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,

on Heathcliff’s halter to ask

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you racing in no time.”

with him as we get Heathcliff back into his stall, unsaddled,

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being with Jerome. Unlike Kent, I’m never worried about what mood he’s in

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

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

I bite my lip, watching him lift the

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

on his brow.

cute guy who likes horses and,

something here after all. Something worth thinking

property. Jerome and I talked easily the whole way home, him telling me about his years in the rodeo circuit, and then some

rustling cattle out West.

like a dream, and there

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questions answered by the time we were home. I almost regrotted it, as we pulled into

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

eyes shining.

we walk towards

says. Just before we walk through the door into the house, though, Jerome grabs my arm, hesitating. Apparently, he wants a

still alone.

Then he takes a step closer to me. “I had a really nice time with

too,” I say, my stomach doing a little

at each other, before

moving before I even realize what is happening, heading towards the house, giving

turns his gaze to me. I just stare at