Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad
Kent walks up to the open door and leans on the far side of it, nodding into the stall.
“What do you think, Fay?” he asks.
Slowly, so excited I can barely breathe, I peak around the corner of the stall to see the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever set eyes on in my life.
“Oh,” I say again, though this time it’s barely a breath of air puffing out of my lips as I take another step forward and cover my mouth with my fingertips, just staring at him.
A beautiful blood bay gelding stands in front of me, an Arabian by the arch of his neck and the height at which he holds his tail. The horse gently paws at the shavings of his stall, looking over at us curiously.