them up with a harsh brutality that left her breathless, she grew
breathless for another reason entirely.
Her eyes fixed on Cassia’s smile and instantly she felt
calmer. More at peace. Then she looked around the table, and
the warm feeling growing in her quickly diminished when she
saw how the guys were looking at Cassia. Not as a friend or a
co-worker, but with the instant adoration that someone like
Cassia could produce, even against her will. She was beautiful
and they were soaking it up. Especially Jason. He was fixated
on her, and Adalynn didn’t like it. It was more than just
je
alousy. She didn’t want to put Cassia into an uncomfortable
position.
Even though Adalynn knew Cassia could take care of
herself—she’d proved that by defying her father, who was a
powerful, dangerous man, then surviving in Vegas as an escort
for six months—Adalynn didn’t want her to have to fight her
battles by herself anymore. She felt responsible for bringing
Cassia to South Carolina. No, not just felt. She was
responsible. She’d make sure Cassia was protected. At the
very least, she could maybe prevent things from getting
awkward.
When was the last time she’d had lunch with the men who
put in countless hours on her house to make it better? She
filmed them. Put them online, with their consent of course.
She benefited from their sweat and labor, but had she even
bothered really getting to know them? Cassia was bothering.
She was already part of the crew and she’d only been working
out there for a day and a half.
Adalynn felt chastened. Not scolded, but corrected, with all