Fall For My Ex's Mafia Father novel Chapter 46

I’m wolfing my breakfast down as fast as I can the next day, already wearing my riding boots and the tight fawn-colored jodhpurs I found not-so-mysteriously in my room this morning. I look towards the galley, but Kent isn’t cooking today.

Where is he? I can’t wait to get to the stable – to see Heathcliff again – to get started –

I drink my orange juice in one big gulp and Daniel laughs at me. “Seriously,” he says, his plate still full. “You’re not going to get my dad to appear any faster if you choke on your food.”

I smile at him and he grins back, tilting his head to the side. “It’s so good to see you happy, Fay,” he says. Then his expression falls a little. “I’m just sorry I didn’t think of it first – I had no idea you wanted a horse – I could have easily –“

“It’s okay, Daniel,” I say, putting a hand on his and giving him another bright smile. “I didn’t know it either. Or, well, I’ve always wanted one – but I had no idea it was a real possibility.”

He laughs lightly at me. “Anything money can buy, Fay,” he says warmly. “If you can dream it, we’ll get it for you.”

“Hmmm,” I say, winking at him. “You do know that I have a very active imagination. You might regret that, Danny-boy.”

He laughs at me again as I stand up, stretching. Kent comes through the door then, pausing a moment to look at me. I drop my hands and give him a big smile as he comes over.

“Hi!” I say, excited.

He looks at me again, a little indulgent, and then tosses a piece of paper onto the breakfast table. “Sorry to have to burst your bubble, sweetheart,” he says, a little rueful. “But the stables have to wait until tomorrow.”

My face falls immediately with disappointment. “Wha – what?!”

He shrugs, indicating the paper. I glance at it, realizing it’s an invitation. Daniel picks it up.

“Looks like your dad feels bad, Fay,” he says, raising his eyebrow. “The invitation explicitly says that he and Tristin are having a party tonight to welcome you as a member of their family.”

Daniel looks up at me, holding it out so I can see. “Looks like he’s trying to make amends. Public ones.”

I take the invitation from him, studying it, sighing. The party is tonight, five o’clock, but with all I’ll have to do to get ready…