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,

to ask him to walk

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happily chatting with him as we get Heathcliff back into his stall, unsaddled, and ready for his

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is something comforting about being with Jerome. Unlike Kent,

consequences of that mood. And unlike

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

I bite my lip, watching him lift

spot on the wall, his arms swelling with the effort, a little bit

his

horses and,

here after all. Something worth thinking about, at least.

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

rustling cattle out

like a dream, and there wasn’t enough time

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were home. I almost regrotted it, as

Jerome as we climb out of the

eyes shining.

at me as we walk towards the door

into the

still alone.

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

stomach

each other, before the door opens.

the house,

his gaze to me. I just stare