Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 102

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

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get Heathcliff back into his stall, unsaddled, and ready for

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have to admit, there is something comforting about being with Jerome. Unlike Kent, I’m never worried about what mood he’s in

to pay the consequences of that mood. And unlike Daniel, there’s…well, there’s a bit of a

great, but it’s all books and philosophy and plans for escaping this life. There’s nothing

I bite my lip, watching him lift the saddle up

swelling with the effort, a

his brow.

horses

something here after all. Something worth thinking about,

pulls back onto Kent’s property. Jerome and I talked easily the whole way home, him telling

rustling cattle

amazing, like a dream, and there wasn’t

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all of my questions answered by the time we were home. I almost regrotted it,

you come next time?” I ask Jerome as

my eyes

walk towards the door to

as often as Kent lets me, Fay,” he says. Just before we walk through the door into the house, though, Jerome grabs my arm, hesitating. Apparently,

still alone.

glancing at the door. I glance at it as well. Then he takes a step closer to me. “I had a really nice time with you today, Fay,”

I say, my stomach doing

at each

the house, giving Kent – who is standing there

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