Her soft smile, when it came, stilted at first, then glowing until
it hit Adalynn straight in the chest, contained all the
forgiveness she needed.
“What are you going to do when the guys show up for
work?” Cassia asked. “What if none of them show up? What if
half the town comes with signs to protest against us being
here?”
The thought of that happening caused a bitter taste on the
back of Adalynn’s tongue, but she swallowed it down and
forced herself to be reasonable. “I don’t think that would
happen, but if it did, I’d probably call the police to make sure
things stayed peaceful. I suppose people have the right to
protest. I’m sure they’d get bored of it sooner or later.”
“But the house…”
“The house isn’t the be all, end all. I could always get
someone else to work on it, and if not, then I could either live
in it as is, figure out how to do the work myself, or we could
move.”
“We?” Cassia sucked in her breath loudly.
“Yes. We. If you still want there to be a ‘we’.”
Cassia stared at Adalynn without blinking, then she shoved
back her chair and exploded out of it. Adalynn stood too. She
closed the distance in a few powerful strides, and when she
took Cassia in her arms, there was nothing sweeter in the
entire world than the way she collapsed against her, clung to
her, wrapped her arms tightly around her and held her in
return.
“I still want there to be a ‘we’,” Cassia whispered, before
she met Adalynn’s lips.
Adalynn kissed her hard, sealing that with a physical