forgotten and unacknowledged the entire time. “It’s not a
problem. I have gloves. If I don’t, I’ll run to town and get
some.”
Jason started. He really had forgotten that Adalynn was
standing there. He was used to her being in the background,
filming and checking in on the progress. Still. It stung that she
was basically no more than a ghost. Cassia didn’t turn to face
her. Instead, she picked up the scraper.
“Thanks. I’ll see you tomorrow. Maybe you can introduce
me to the rest of
the guys.”
Now Adalynn felt guilty for an entirely different reason.
She’d neglected to do that. But she would. Tomorrow. She’d
introduce Cassia to everyone. After they had their story
straight about why she was there and where she’d come from.
After Jason left, Cassia stared at Adalynn, one eyebrow
cocked as if she could read straight to the heart of her, as if she
could see the jealousy that roiled in her belly like a pit full of
twisting snakes.
“Dinnertime? The hours go fast when you’re working out
here. I didn’t even notice it was getting late.”
“I-I can make us something.”
Cassia’s eyes narrowed and her lips twitched at the corners,
indicating amusement. “Why don’t you clean up your
equipment and start reviewing or editing, if you have that to
do, and I’ll make dinner.”
Cassia hadn’t offered before, and it took Adalynn by
surprise. She blinked, a little stunned. She blamed the bright,
low setting sun for how hard it was to look directly at Cassia,
but that probably had nothing to do with anything.