“Oh no,” Cassia groaned.
“Too soon? Well, maybe after the shower.”
Cassia grunted, but she couldn’t even pretend to be
annoyed. She didn’t actually mind that much. Or at all. She
just liked to be playful and pretend she did, and Adalynn knew
that. “It’s going to have to be one heck of a shower.”
“I’ll agree to that.” Adalynn jumped up into the truck, eager
to be done. She shoved the bales forward, leaning over to give
Cassia an eyeful of her ample cleavage at just the right
angle
as her shirt gaped down.
“You’re terrible,” Cassia teased. “But by terrible, I hope you
know that I mean the best.”
“I do know that,” Adalynn assured her.
They finished up with the bales and walked hand in hand
towards the house. The new wraparound porch seemed to
glisten in the sunlight, the beautiful wood grain sparkling, the
porch swing inviting them to sit down with a glass of
lemonade.
After, Cassia thought. After, they would sit out there and
enjoy the evening, as they did so much of the time. Sometimes
they read together out there. Sometimes they talked. Often,
they just sat and enjoyed the peacefulness of their
surroundings, their home, their wonderful life together.
With time, Adalynn had lost her need for validation. She’d
changed her mind about what she wanted for Pierre’s legacy,
and what that meant to her and how to protect it. Some people
had unfollowed her. They’d had a few mean comments to
wade through, but after the harsh, horrible things had been
said, the majority stayed to support her.