Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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We drive a little down the lane, over a slight rise, and then a barn comes into sight. A beautiful barn, really, immaculately cared for and painted in shades of gray. Three little gables peak out of the roof and two little cupolas crown it, weathervanes at their peeks.

“Oh!” I say, completely charmed by the sight. But then I see the real draw. In a series of pastures beyond the barn, my eyes can just barely see a group of horses grazing in the afternoon light.

“Oh!” I say, louder this time, far more thrilled. “Is this a stable?!”

Kent laughs as he turns the car into a parking spot next to the barn. “I thought you’d like it,” he says seriously. “One look at you and anyone could tell you grew up dreaming of horses.”

I nod fervently, scrambling to unbuckle my seatbelt and open the door at once. “Can we see them?!” I ask, my words falling over each other in my hurry. “Can I feed them? Do they have any

foals?!”

He laughs at me as I almost fall out of the car, climbing calmly out himself. Before I can dash into the barn, he holds out an arm to stop me. “Let me take the lead here, all right, Fay?”

I look up at him, shining with joy, and nod. I quickly look back towards the entrance but then do a double–take, looking back at

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face, which is somehow…gentler?

But then he blinks, walking calmly into the barn. I follow closely at

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western boots and a button–down plaid shirt. He gives me a happy nod and then turns his

to the man and looks beyond him. “Well, I’m ready if

you are.”

man bobs his head and the three of us

which the groom pulls open. Kent walks up to the open door and leans on

think, Fay?” he

of the stall to see the most

my life.

this time it’s barely

another step forward and cover my

fingertips, just staring at him.

gelding stands in

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of his neck and the height at which he holds his tail.

his stall, looking over