Chapter 0237


    Daniel and | cat quickly and in silence, but as we do | can sense a shift in the energy between us. | know, somehow, that after a


    few minutes we’re on the same team again, despite our differences. | smile at Daniel, unseen, as he pops a slice of bacon into


    his mouth, newly determined to do better at making sure he’s okay.


    Once I’m finished eating | stand and move around the table, leaning down to give Daniel a kiss on the cheek. “Have a good day,


    Daniel,” | say quietly to him, my hand on his shoulder. “We''ll hangout tonight?”


    Daniel looks up at me and gives me a little smile and | wrinkle my nose at him before | leave the room. As | pass through the


    kitchen door, though, | let my face fall, no longer needing to put on a happy expression for him. Instead, | feel my face settled into


    worried, anxious lines.


    What the hell was that, from Kent, telling me this dress had no purpose, and | could do whatever | wanted, and he didn’t care?


    I''m fully steamed about it as | stomp up the stairs and go to my room, closing the door behind me. | immediately peel off the


    dress, leaving it in a bitter little heap on the floor, and move to my wardrobe, pulling out some riding clothes and quickly changing


    into them, deliberately choosing the tight two-tone riding pants that particrly highlight my ass.


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    Because Kent can kiss it, for all | care, after what he did to me at breakfast. I’m going to the stables to hang out with my horse,


    who never lets me doubt his affections. And I’m going to have a nice day, damn it.


    As soon as | pull on my boots I’m out my bedroom door, clopping down the steps with my mind on the garage, wondering if | can


    convince Jerome to give me the keys to the Bugatti- Kent will have a fit to know that I’m driving it - when suddenly | hear my


    name.


    | pause about two steps from the bottom of the staircase as | hear it, my head whipping up to see Kent standing at his open.


    office door, looking at me with his arms folded, his face serious.


    “So, the stables then, Fay?” he asks, impassive.


    | can’t help the little sneer that crosses my lips then. “I thought you didn’t care, Kent,” | throw at him, and then | start walking


    again, more deliberately this time, my steps angry. He grabs my arm as | pass him, pulling me backwards off bnce. Stopped in


    my tracks, | re up at Kent, trying to pull my arm away, but he doesn’t relent.


    “What is this attitude?” he asks, ring at me, his voice angry but low so that he won''t be overheard.


    “What attitude,” | snap, ring back and ying dumb, trying to pull my arm away again, harder this time.


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    “Oh, whatever, Kent,” | sneer. “Like you''re the only one who gets to have a whole change of personality between four and seven


    am?”


    “What are you talking about,” Kent snarls, his grip tightening, perhaps guessing that if he lets me go I’m going to leave without


    another word. Which, to be fair, is my n so... well done, Kent.


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