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“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.