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.

about fifteen out of the city now. Oh how I've missed

in what seems like the middle of nowhere, turning

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

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 out

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

"Horses!" I breathe.

turns the car into a parking spot next to

look at you and anyone could tell you grew

too happy to dwell on it. I scramble to unbuckle my seatbelt and open the door at once. My words fall over

Do they have

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,

then he blinks, walking calmly into the barn.

to his shoulders approaches. He's dressed almost like a cowboy, with jeans tucked into Western boots and

a second to realize

behind, but

ready for you, gentle as can

the last

the open door and leans on the far side of it, nodding

you

breath with excitement, I peak around the corner of the stall to see the most beautiful thing I've ever

I breathe as I take another step forward and cover my mouth with my fingertips, just staring

stands in front of me, an Arabian by the

horse gently paws at the shavings of his stall, looking over at us

mane, his wide and gentle

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