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

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racing in no time.”

him as we get Heathcliff back into

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

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

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

bite my lip, watching him lift the

arms swelling with the effort,

his

horses and, apparently, likes me

there’s something here after all. Something worth thinking about, at

property. Jerome and I talked easily the

cattle out

dream, and there

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were home. I almost regrotted it, as

I ask Jerome as we climb out of

eyes shining.

me as we walk towards the door to the

the door into the house, though, Jerome grabs my arm, hesitating. Apparently, he wants a moment together while we’re

still alone.

he says, 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,” he

my stomach doing a little somersault.

for a moment, smiling at each other, before the

before I even realize what is happening, heading towards the house, giving Kent – who is standing there – a nod.

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