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her so much. She knew she should leave well enough alone. If

she wasn’t discreet, she could blow open a can of catastrophic

publicity when all she craved was privacy.

As she scrolled through sites, she found herself thinking

about changing her flight. A ridiculous idea. She was a grown

woman. A widow. She’d seen more things than most people

could hope to experience in a lifetime, and now she was struck

stupid over a girl who probably wasn’t even of legal drinking

age, even though she was sitting in that lounge.

Cassia wasn’t just an escort. She seemed naïve. She’d said

herself that she came from a life of wealth and privilege,

which meant she was spoiled. She was exactly the kind of

woman Adalynn could never see herself being with.

Being with? You couldn’t see yourself being with anyone.

She ignored the sarcastic voice in her head again. She told

herself that Cassia might have come from that life, but she was

now working a tough job in an industry that could be brutal,

trying to make her way, trying to scrape herself off the street

and put herself back together. She was trying to give herself a

future. Maybe that was what struck Adalynn so hard. Cassia

reminded her of herself. Hadn’t she done the same thing, only

in a different way? She cringed to think of it like that. Pierre

had been infatuated with her beauty, her grace, and her

naivety, and she’d used that to her advantage. She’d only

fallen in love later. He’d become her best friend, but that was

years in the making. It was deeper for her than anything

sexual, but it took a long time to develop.

She’d told Cassia that Pierre had known he couldn’t fulfill a

part of her, but he didn’t know why that was. She knew that,

despite what she’d told Cassia the night before. She couldn’t

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