Page 18 of That One Night in Vegas: A Lesbian Romance
Adalynn nodded. “Long, but good. I’m happy to be here.” It
was a lie, but she told it with all the grace of the genuine truth.
“That workshop you gave on lighting and settings was
fantastic. You made everything so easy to understand.”
“You sat in on it?”
“Yes! I wanted to, and not just because I’m doing the story
on you.”
“Right. Well, I’m glad you enjoyed it. Are you interested in
photography?”
“I dabble in it. I’ll only ever be an amateur.” There was
something unfriendly about the way Amanda said the word.
Her eyes raked over Adalynn, as if she was searching for
something, trying to take something Adalynn wasn’t willing to
give. “Are you enjoying Vegas?”
“I am. I’ve been before.”
“Yes. I know. I did my research. In comparison, though, it
must be pretty boring.”
Adalynn couldn’t help it. She narrowed her eyes ever so
slightly. “In comparison to what?”
“Oh, you know. All the places you’ve been. All the things
you’ve seen. All the places you have yet to go and all the jobs
you have yet to do.”
“I’m happy to be here,” Adalynn stated again flatly, but
without any hint of irritation.
Just like that, the interview ceased to be friendly. Adalynn
knew how to read people, and not just from her time behind
the camera. It had always been a special gift she had. She
could see Amanda gearing up, changing tactics, getting ready
to ambush her. The shovel was out, and Amanda was going to
attempt to dig dirt. It wasn’t the first time. It wouldn’t be the
