Chapter 43

Chapter Brooklyn

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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.

Oh how I've missed the sight of nature, of a world beyond

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

metal gate slowly swings open. I look closely, but I can't see anything

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.

a series of pastures beyond the barn, my eyes can just barely see a group of horses

"Horses!" I breathe.

into a parking

you'd like it," he says. "One look at you

what that even means, but I'm too happy to dwell on it. I scramble to unbuckle

them? Do they

into the barn, Aden holds out an arm to stop me. "Let me take the lead here, all right,

do a double take. His expression, so often surly and serious, is somehow...

each other in. But then he blinks, walking calmly into the barn. I follow closely at his

A young man with sandy hair down to his shoulders approaches. He's dressed almost

me only a second to realize he's a

that life behind, but he

for you, gentle as can be. A real beauty," the

the last stall on the right, which the stable hand

walks up to the open door and leans on the far side

do you think?" he

around the corner of the stall to see the most beautiful thing I've ever set

and

in front of me, an Arabian by the arch of his neck and the height at which he holds

the shavings of his stall,

eyes sweep over him, his glossy mane, his

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