him pull up or walk around to the back.
“Oh my God,” Cassia breathed, realizing just how bad this
was for Adalynn. She should be able to choose. She should be
able to decide for herself what she wanted people to know. She
didn’t deserve to be outed like this.
Adalynn whirled around at the sound of Cassia’s horror, and
she gasped when she saw Jason.
Cassia’s hand flew to Adalynn’s shoulder, even as she took
a step forward. “Let me handle this.” She pushed past Adalynn
and out the back door. She left it open behind her, so Adalynn
could hear everything.
“Jason,” Cassia started, but he thumped his metal lunch pail
angrily down on the porch the men had recently been building
and scowled at her.
“There you were. Flirting with me and leading me on. That
must have been good fun for you. To be playing me like that
when you knew full well that I didn’t stand a chance. You just
wanted to humiliate me. You get off on things like that?”
Cassia was used to dealing with angry men. She’d heard her
father raise his voice more times than she could count.
Antonio had ruled by intimidation and force. He’d perfected
his menacing, icy glare, and when it landed on a person, they
usually got in line pretty damn fast. She could stay calm in the
face of Jason’s anger. She didn’t even mind the way he was
looking at her, like she was a bad smell permeating the air.
“I never led you on,” Cassia said calmly. “I was trying to be
friendly because I truly want to make friends with everyone. If
you thought it was more than that, I’m deeply sorry.”
“Sorry?” Jason scoffed. His cheeks and neck turned an ugly
shade of red and his nostrils flared as the color rose. “You’re