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,

halter to ask him to walk forward.

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into his stall, unsaddled, and ready for

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something comforting about being with Jerome. Unlike Kent, I’m never worried about what

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

and plans for escaping this life. There’s nothing romantic there, not anymore, which…well, which gets a little boring.

though? I bite my lip, watching

swelling with

his brow.

likes horses and, apparently,

after all. Something

talked easily the whole way home, him telling

years rustling cattle out West.

amazing, like a dream, and there wasn’t enough

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time we were home. I almost

come next time?” I ask Jerome as we climb out of the

eyes shining.

smiles at me as we walk towards the door to the house. “I’ll

often as Kent lets me, Fay,” he says. Just before we walk through the door into the house,

still alone.

he takes a step closer to me. “I had a really nice time with you today, Fay,” he says, his

I say, my stomach doing a little somersault. We stand

at each other, before the door

is happening, heading towards the house, giving Kent – who is

word. Then, Kent slowly turns his gaze to me. I just stare