done the few dishes, washed out the fridge even though it
appeared clean, gave the kitchen a wipe down, and had swept
all the rooms on the lower floor.
It was probably obvious that she was getting bored.
Adalynn had been outside helping with construction or filming
it, and when she’d come in and found Cassia baking cookies
for the construction crew, it was pretty obvious she needed
something else to occupy her time.
At least Adalynn had taken that as a sign.
To her, maybe baking cookies was something that people
did when they were bored. It wasn’t because they actually
wanted to eat cookies.
Cassia had yet to see Adalynn do one single domestic thing.
She didn’t appear to know how to cook. Putting two pieces of
bread together and pouring a glass of wine couldn’t be
considered cooking. Cassia could have thrown something
together for them, but that would have felt too familiar and too
intimate, so she never did.
She had to remind herself every day that she was just here
to do a job. That was it. Pay Adalynn back with her ti
me and
her labor. She knew she could never hope to work off the
crazy amount the hospital bills probably came out to, but she’d
do her best to make herself useful. She wasn’t sure what
Adalynn thought she was getting out of the deal in exchange.
It didn’t seem like much. Surely, she could have found
someone else to clean, bake, paint her house, and mow her
lawn all for much cheaper.
Cassia stepped down the huge wooden stairs. She kept her
hand at the railing, relishing the smooth woodwork under her