strawberry blond hair. He was prone to blushes, even though
he was already slightly red and sunburned.
“Oh. Hi.” Cassia blinked and smiled prettily.
Adalynn clutched her camera even tighter in her hands. Was
Cassia flirting with Jason? If she was, why should that inflame
Adalynn? Certainly, she wasn’t jealous, was she? The tingling
in her chest that zinged down her arms and exploded in her
fingertips so that her hands shook was a new sensation, one
she’d never felt before. The way her heart picked up and her
stomach clenched for a reason other than she hadn’t eaten all
day and it was near dinnertime was further proof that yes, she
was.
She was jealous of Cassia just saying hi and being nice.
Because that’s all it was, wasn’t it? Cassia was a lesbian.
That’s what she’d told Adalynn that night at the hotel. Or had
she? She’d said a lot of things, but had she ever said she was
just a lesbian? Adalynn had assumed Cassia didn’t want to
date men, but maybe she was bisexual. Or maybe that wasn’t
even right. It wasn’t like they’d sat down and had a long talk
about that. Even if Cassia wasn’t a lesbian, what right did
Adalynn have to feel like she should enter a pissing contest
with a freaking guy who was barely above being a teenager?
She had no claim on Cassia. She hadn’t been able to take
that step in Vegas or even think about skirting around the
edges of it, of recognizing that a spark could turn into a
connection which could turn into so much more. She’d cut that
spark off before it had a chance to cause any chaos. Now,
Adalynn wouldn’t dare. She still had the same reasons she’d
had in Vegas, but now she also couldn’t do anything with
Cassia because she was there at her house on her behest,