Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 43

Chapter Brooklyn

43

Aden stands above me, waiting for me to put on whatever is in the mystery box. He looks distracted and impatient.

Confused, I lift the box into my lap and open the top, gasping a little as I see a pair of gorgeous boots. They're tall, nearly knee-high, and made of supple black leather with a delicate little buckle around the ankle.

"Where are we going?" I ask, my face lighting up. Honestly, I don't care where we go, as long as it's somewhere else. "Is Hudson coming, too?"

"You'll see," Aden says, turning and heading towards the garage. I'm not even sure what part of my question he is answering. "Meet me by the car when you're ready."

I quickly pull on my socks, not caring that it will ruin my pedicure, and then tug the boots on as quick as I can. When I finally get them on, they fit perfectly.

As usual, Aden has guessed my size down to the centimeter.

I admire the boots for a moment and then spring to my feet, heading to the car.

There is no Hudson. As Aden drives us in silence to wherever we're going, I think about how this is the first time we have been truly alone in weeks.

Since he threatened me in my bedroom, made those accusations about my desires.

I try to put that aside. He's taking me out, after all!

Now, I note the subtle smile playing on his lips, and wonder what he's up to.

now. Oh how I've missed the

seems like the middle of nowhere, turning towards a simple gravel drive crossed

gate slowly swings

drive a little down the lane, over a slight rise, and then a barn comes into view. A beautiful barn, really, immaculately cared for and painted in shades of gray. Three little gables peak

sight. But then I see the real draw. In a series of pastures beyond the barn, my

"Horses!" I breathe.

turns the car into a parking

you'd like it," he says. "One look at you and anyone could tell

want to ask him what that even means, but I'm too happy to dwell on it. I scramble to unbuckle my seatbelt and open the door

feed them? Do they have

dash into the barn, Aden holds out an arm to stop me.

I meet his eyes, I do a double take. His

he blinks, walking calmly into the barn. I

almost like a cowboy, with jeans tucked into Western boots and a button-down

me only a second to realize he's

behind, but he still has one foot in

you, gentle as can be. A real

three of us walk through the stable to the last stall on the right, which the stable hand

to the open door and leans on the

you think?" he

corner of the stall to

forward and cover my mouth

by the arch of his neck and the height at

paws at the shavings of his stall,

eyes sweep over him, his glossy mane, his wide and gentle eye.