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resuming with a hard slam that kicked at her ribs like a horse
trying to break free of a pen it didn’t want to be in.
Adalynn slowly lifted her camera. She knew Cassia didn’t
want to be on video, but she couldn’t help but take a few
candid shots. She wouldn’t do anything with them. She’d
probably just delete them after. It was just that with the golden
sun high overhead bathing Cassia’s skin in its lush warmth, her
blonde hair pulled into a high ponytail, her cheeks flushed and
her face a mix of concentration from her work and carefree
bliss from the music pumping into her ears, she unequivocally
stole Adalynn’s breath. She wanted to capture the moment,
make it hers, make it last in the way that only a photo could.
“Looking good.” The deep masculine voice shattered the
moment and Adalyn lowered the lens as Cassia whipped
around.
She pulled out her earbuds and gave a shy smile to the guy
who was standing behind her. He was young, somewhere
between twenty-two and twenty-five probably. Adalynn only
knew his name, Jason, and that he was local. He was fairly
quiet, sticking to his work as part of the construction crew
most of the time. She wouldn’t say he was a hard worker—he
liked to take breaks whenever he could, but so did the other
guys, and it was hot outside. When they did work, they got a
lot done, so Adalynn never had any cause for complaint.
“Jason.” He stuck out his hand and Cassia didn’t hesitate.
She shifted the paint scraper into her left hand and offered her
right.
“Cassia.”
“I’ve seen you around, but I was always too shy to come up
and say hi.” Jason had a ruddy complexion with short,
