Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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Suddenly, Jerome’s smile deepens as he realizes that I’m not

paying attention to a word he’s saying. That I’m just staring at his

handsome face.

“Sorry,” I say, blinking at him and blushing again. “Um, can you

repeat that?”

“Don’t worry about it,” he says, laughing a little and holding up a

hand to help me dismount. “Come on, let’s let Heathcliff get his

rest.”

I nod and take Jerome’s hand, swinging my right leg over Heathcliff’s withers and hopping down, my butt sliding against the

saddle as I go. Much more elegant a dismount, I think, then the

time Kent had helped me down and my butt had slid against him

as I’d almost fallen.

Still, I remember, just for a moment, the feeling of Kent’s hands on my waist

Distracting myself from the thought, I grin up at Jerome. “I think I’m getting better at this,” I say, genuinely proud of myself.

“You’re doing great, Fay,” he says, his eyes lingering on my face

a little. Then he clears his throat and looks towards the barn,

Heathcliff’s halter to ask him to walk forward.

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racing in

into his stall, unsaddled,

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with Jerome. Unlike Kent, I’m

I’m going to pay the consequences of that mood. And unlike Daniel, there’s…well,

and philosophy and plans for escaping this life. There’s nothing romantic there, not anymore,

I bite my lip, watching him lift the

arms swelling with the effort,

on his brow.

who likes horses and, apparently, likes me

there’s something here after all. Something worth thinking

easily the whole

cattle

like a dream, and there wasn’t

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we were home. I almost regrotted it, as we pulled into the garage.

come next time?” I ask Jerome as

my eyes shining.

at me as we walk towards the

Fay,” he says. Just before we walk through the door into the house, though, Jerome grabs my arm,

still alone.

Then he takes a step closer to

say, my stomach doing a little somersault. We stand

for a moment, smiling at each other,

what is happening, heading towards the house,

Jerome carefully as he walks past, not saying a word. Then, Kent slowly turns his gaze to me. I