Page 92 of That One Night in Vegas: A Lesbian Romance

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Even through the pain, the heat Cassia felt just looking at

Adalynn rose up, cutting through everything else the way

medication takes the edge off of physical pain.

“I already knew you’d refuse, so I have my argument all

prepared. I doubt you’re in any shape to hear it, but I’m going

to tell you anyway so that you can relax. I don’t want you to

have to spend all the money you’ve saved up on a hospital bill.

That accident wasn’t your fault. None of this was. I know

you’ll want to pay me back. You can’t protest because I’ve

already taken care of it. Instead of you working for the agency,

trying to make that money back, I have a better idea. You can

save the money you already have and come work for me. For

the next month.”

Cassia stared at Adalynn blankly. She couldn’t believe she

was hearing her correctly. When had everything gotten so off

kilter? What was Adalynn even doing there? What was she

doing there? Had she really been in an accident? Why couldn’t

she remember? It had been, what, half a year since she’d seen

Adalynn last? Or was that wrong too? Was it just a few days

ago? Was she even awake?

Slowly, Cassia moved her good hand to tap lightly at the IV.

It hurt where it was stuck into her hand. Dreams weren’t

supposed to hurt, were they? Probably not this much, she

reasoned, as she tried to shift in the bed again and was greeted

by a black wall of pain.

There had to be another way to pay for things. What did

Adalynn mean she’d already taken care of it? Was that real?

Had Cassia heard her correctly? What about the other person?

The one who had caused the accident? How did someone get

compensation for something like that? Legally? Did it only

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