Fall For My Ex's Mafia Father novel Chapter 148

A few hours later, I’m leading Heathcliff back into the stables from our ride. We didn’t go in the ring today, but instead spent most of the early afternoon trotting around the property, admiring the scenery. It’s a beautiful landscape with beautiful vistas and as I rose I resented, a little, that I hadn’t been allowed to ride freely out here before.

But then again, I’m not as interested in what I’m allowed to do as I used to be.

The day is growing hot, and both Heathcliff and I have a light sheen of sweat on us as we walk into the stables. I wipe it from my forehead with the back of my arm, looking forward to wetting Heathcliff down with the hose and taking a nice long drink from it myself, when I see him.

Just standing there, in the middle of the aisle that runs between the line of stable stalls. His arms crossed, his feet spread wide apart.

Glaring at me.

Heathcliff surprises me by checking his step a bit, apparently intimidated by the raw animal fury that we can both sense coming off of the predator standing there. But I click my tongue at the horse, tugging his lead rope and asking him to come a long with me. I don’t check my stride at all, barely glancing at Kent as I make for Heathcliff’s stall.

After a moment, Heathcliff follows.

If Kent wants to talk to me, he can damn well wait until I’ve taken care of my horse.

I take a minute to settle Heathcliff in his stall, tying his rope to a metal ring on the wall and reaching for his hoof pick when suddenly one of the stable hands shows up at the stall door.

“Um,” he says, awkward, glancing over his shoulder. “I’ll do that for you, ma’am…”