Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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Chapter 101

“Good, Fay! Good!” Jerome says, his voice eager and

encouraging.

Kent’s trainer couldn’t come on short notice, so Jerome is putting

me through some exercises on the horse. He watched me ride a bit and then told me – to my surprise – that I’m too reliant on the

reins.

“You hold onto them,” he had said, smirking at me, “like the handlebars on a bike. Like they’re going to keep you from falling

off.”

I had frowned at him. “Well,” I said, hesitating. “Aren’t they?”

Jerome had laughed, looking up at me from his place on the ground next to Heathcliff. “No, Fay,” he said. “The best riders barely even use the reins. You’ve got to learn how to

communicate from here.”

With that, he’d shocked me by smacking my thigh.

Jerome hadn’t noticed my surprise, though, instead moving to Heathcliff’s head and unbuckling his bridle, replacing it with a halter – a head harness that has no reins at all. Then, he attached a long, long lead rope to a ring on that halter so that we could do some exercises without reins.

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Heathcliff trots in circles around Jerome,

in his hand.

even made me put my arms out to the side like a bird, to make me avoid clinging to Heathcliff’s mane for safety. But then, as I got the hang of it, I started

really had been holding on to the reins for dear life. But really, it was all about balance and holding

side, I shoot Jerome a happy look and

pleased to see

done, Fay!” He shouts to me. “Can you kick him into a

canter?”

sure if I want

doesn’t quite call me a

nudge with my heels. He responds immediately,

my weight into the balls of my feet and my heels, standing in the stirrups and feeling a bit of a thrill

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I laugh a little along with him.

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me, “Go ahead and sit back down, put your weight at the back of the saddle

a trot and then a walk. I’m still laughing with joy as Jerome walks over to us, gathering up the length of the long

as he goes,

up at me, “You’re

of my face, tucking it back beneath my

velvet helmet.

I ask, grinning down at him. “You going to teach me how to rope steers

girl like you, though?” he says, raising his eyebrow, “you should learn how to barrel race. That’s what all the rodeo beauties do, and they make

if they’re

me blush.