Page 94 of That One Night in Vegas: A Lesbian Romance

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“A month,” Adalynn agreed. “You should quit with the

agency. After the month, you’ll have enough money, I’m sure,

to start over somewhere else. I’ll help you find a job, if you

need. Give you a reference for the work on my house. That

should help.”

“Work? House?” Cassia mumbled. The words sounded

garbled to her, but she wasn’t sure, maybe they were coming

out clearer than she thought. She knew nothing about houses.

Or construction. Or what had Adalynn called it, restoration?

“Don’t worry, we’ll figure it out. There’s plenty of painting

to be done. Small things you could help with. Landscaping

too.”

“I…” Cassia looked down, indicating the IV in her hand.

“You’ll stay here until you’re feeling better. Don’t worry

about the bill. After that, you can recover at my house. You

won’t have to do anything until you’re healed and ready. There

isn’t any rush.”

“Wh-where?” Cassia could feel her head spinning, see the

black dancing over her eyes. She felt tired. So exhausted. She

wanted to go back to sleep, and she was so damn thirsty. Why

wouldn’t anyone give her water? She could discuss her entire

future, but she couldn’t get a single sip of water?

As if Adalynn realized what Cassia wanted, her hands flew

to the side and a cup with a pink straw appeared. Cassia’s

mouth would have salivated if she had any moisture left to

spare. Adalynn set the straw at Cassia’s bottom lip, and she

parted her mouth enough to drink. She sipped slowly, savoring

the cold water, swirling it around her mouth like it was the

best thing she’d ever tasted. It might have been. It was cold

and wet and so, so beautiful, like a stream of satin sliding

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