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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is somehow…gentler? Kinder?

in, distracted. But then he blinks, walking

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jeans tucked into western boots and a button–down plaid shirt. He gives me a happy nod

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

you are.”

the three of us walk

open. Kent walks up to the

do you think,

around the corner of the stall to

my life.

say again, though this time it’s barely

another

my fingertips, just staring

bay gelding stands in front

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

shavings of his stall, looking