Page 184 of That One Night in Vegas: A Lesbian Romance

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something. Maybe somewhere around twelve? That should do

it.”

“Twelve. Oh boy. That might raise some eyebrows. I mean,

if we aren’t enough to do that ourselves.”

“You know, I actually think it’s going to be okay. One

person’s hateful opinions don’t make a whole town. And

there’s always room for change. I want to believe that.”

“Do you really?”

Adalynn nodded. “Yes.” She found that she did. She wasn’t

just trying to be positive or cling to hope.

Cassia’s answering smile was the only encouragement she

needed. “I think that’s very admirable. And brave. And

wonderful. You know what else I think?”

“What’s that?” Adalynn should have known by the devious

expression on Cassia’s face that she’d thought up something

wild.

“We need a garden. A big one out back where we can grow

our own food. And we should take cooking lessons to learn

what to make with it. And goats. I think we definitely need to

have goats. It would get too expensive paying someone to cut

that lawn all year round. We’ll have to figure out zoning, if

we’re allowed to keep livestock, but I think goats would be

nice. And chickens.”

“Oh. I see. So, it’s actually your dream to live on a farm?”

“No,” Cassia giggled, then turned a much shyer gaze from

the back patio door she’d been looking out of, out at the yard

that went on forever, at the tall green grass that needed cutting

again, back to Adalynn. “It’s my dream to live with someone I

care about and for that to always be more than enough.”

That hit Adalynn straight in the chest, and she gulped down

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