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care one bit. She was happy and she was playful. If she wanted
to dance, that was more than fine with Cassia. She liked this
new, carefree, fun, flirty side of Adalynn. Watching her come
alive like this was so much better than seeing her bent over her
computer, working away at all that editing. It was even better
than seeing her focused behind the camera.
“Are you going to join me?” Adalynn asked when Cassia
didn’t immediately take her hand.
Cassia pretended to be put out as she switched off the water.
“If you insist. I suppose the dishes can soak for a few
minutes.”
“They certainly can. There isn’t anything like dancing off
beat with someone who is sweaty and smelly from a day of
working outside.”
“If you mean me, I don’t think I smell.” Cassia raised her
arm and sniffed at her t-shirt.
Adalynn laughed, her nostrils flaring in a near snort because
it was the rolling kind of belly laughter that bubbles up straight
from the pit of the stomach. “No, I meant me.”
“Oh, I see. In that case, I guess I can’t be offended.” Cassia
sniffed at herself again. “But maybe I do stink. The natural
deodorant I have only goes so far. It probably melts right off
out there. You’d tell me if I stank, wouldn’t you?”
“Never,” Adalynn smirked. “What’s wrong with stench?”
Cassia pretended to gag. “I hope you would tell me.”
“You don’t stink.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m positive. Now come dance with me.”
Adalynn held out her hand again and this time Cassia took
it. Their fingers met and twisted together easily, with a
