Page 42 of That One Night in Vegas: A Lesbian Romance

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eyed cornflower blue stare, her youthful innocence, her sweet,

sad voice out of her mind.

Jim looked at her as though she’d just asked him if he

would like to drink a tall glass of his own urine. “I can’t

imagine not doing what I’m doing.” His voice held a gentle

reprieve, but Adalynn ignored it. “You just need to give

yourself time.” He said that in a softer tone. “I know it’s been

a few years, but a loss like that, we feel it our whole lives.”

Adalynn couldn’t tell him that wasn’t exactly what was

bothering her. But like most people, Jim thought she was

someone else. He didn’t know her. Did she even know herself

anymore?

“I’ve been thinking about moving somewhere. Buying a

nice old house and settling down and doing boring

photography.”

“Not portraits and families, maternity, pets, weddings?”

She grinned. “Exactly. What’s wrong with a boring life?

What’s wrong with sleeping in your own bed at least a few

times a year? What’s so terrible about having a place to call

home? I could buy one of those fixer uppers. Get people on

my social media all excited about how it’s going. Maybe film

it and make money that way.”

“You don’t have any need to make money. You have enough

for a lifetime. It’s not about that. It’s something else.” Adalynn

squirmed under Jim’s scrutiny. Lucky for her, Jim was more

old school in his thinking than most. “But you’re a woman,

you’re single now, and you’re still young. You want a family.

You want to make something stable, a home. Women do have

a tendency to nest.” How Jim had managed to evade getting

canceled over his opinions, she had no idea. He probably

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