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out that was pretty much the only way Adalynn could have

found out about her accident. Why did she care enough to

come all the way to Vegas? Not only that, but she’d taken care

of Cassia’s hospital bills before she’d even woken up. She

could have refused and then Adalynn would have been on the

line for the bills anyway. Cassia never would have done that,

but she could have all the same. Did Adalynn really trust her

so much, even though they’d only really known each other for

a couple hours six months ago?

When Cassia first got to Adalynn’s house—which was

nothing short of a ramshackle palace with sprawling, endless

amounts of space and a turret of all things—Adalynn had

insisted that Cassia not do any work for the first few days. She

wanted her to settle in, but she also wanted to make sure she

was fully healed. Even though she was still bruised here and

there, the marks were fading. Her neck felt much better. Her

arm was still sore, but even the jagged rows of stitches were

healing.

Cassia knew she was lucky. She could have been dead.

Instead, she was in South Carolina, which was pretty much the

last place on earth she’d ever expected to end up.

She shoved back the patchwork quilt and her feet hit the

wide floorboards. The whole house had crazy floorboards.

They weren’t a regular size. It was like someone had sawn a

tree down the middle and taken all those huge slabs and made

flooring out of them. Cassia liked it. She liked that the house

was so ancient it had a character that she’d never seen

anywhere else. She liked the bits that were sagging and the

bits that weren’t. She’d never seen so much wood in her life.

Never seen a real functioning fireplace, at least one that wasn’t

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