Page 37 of That One Night in Vegas: A Lesbian Romance

for her anyway. Was it possible Cassia wasn’t her father’s

daughter? Was that why he abandoned her so easily?

He’d raised and provided for her, though. Would he have

done that if he suspected her of being another man’s child?

Would it have mattered? He treated her sisters with as little

regard. They were basically property, things that could be

bartered for. He’d seen her beauty early, and maybe by the

time he thought to question her parentage he’d already noted

that one day she’d be of great value. To him, money was

nothing. There was always more of it somewhere, more to be

made off someone else’s misery. What did it matter if he had

to invest some into her? The payoff would one day have been

worth it. Except she’d messed with all of that by not bowing to

his wishes.

“Do you have a card?”

The question jolted Cassia out of her uncomfortable

thoughts. “A-a card?” It finally clicked with her what Adalynn

was asking for. A business card. God, what would they even

say on them if she had them made up? It seemed so absurd that

she grinned. “No. I don’t.”

“Well, Cassia, I should go. It’s getting late and I have an

early morning. Thanks for the drink. And the chat.”

She was out of her chair and sauntering away on her

towering heels, a picture of perfect elegance and grace as she

walked through the lounge. She made a sharp turn and then

she was gone. Cassia stared at the chair. The empty glass in

Adalynn’s place told her that what had just happened was real.

She hadn’t imagined the entire thing.

Cassia cursed herself for not giving Adalynn the name of

her agency, but what did she expect? That Adalynn would

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