Page 192 of That One Night in Vegas: A Lesbian Romance

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“I know,” Cassia said, and blushed with the thrill of hearing

Adalynn say it. “I just wanted to hear it out loud.”

“I’ll never stop telling you that you’re special. Or that you

have goat poo on your boots and mud in your hair.”

“I do not!” Cassia reached up and her fingers connected

with straw and dust, and a big chunk of something gooey that

felt like mud. It had to be mud. She didn’t want to consider the

alternative. “Oh. Okay. So, I do.”

“I even love that about you. That you’re still smiling. That

you never get tired of hearing how we met. I love that you

never get tired of hearing that I love you. That you play piano

beautifully, to make it worth the herculean effort of getting

that beastly thing into the living room.”

“I love that we still dance all the time. Which reminds me,

we really should take those classes. And the cooking ones.

You’re still a horrible cook. The internet videos haven’t

helped.”

“Thanks,” Adalynn said, and rolled her eyes. “But I know

it’s true. Give me something I don’t have to put heat to and

I’m good. I think we make a good match. You do the cooking,

I do the un-cooking. Things like yogurt and cereal and ice

cream are vastly satisfying too.”

Cassia grabbed another bale and slid it out of the truck. She

hefted it over into the stack. “You’re right. They are. I think

that’s why we make a great team. That’s why opposites work.

It’s so that we complete each other. So, we’re not good at the

same things, and so we can learn from each other.”

“Now that I have you in the mood to talk about how much

you love me, I was going to ask you about this goat that I saw

that needed a home…”

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