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

few minutes we’re on the same team again, despite our differences. I 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 I stand and move around the table, leaning down to give Daniel a kiss on the cheek. “Have a good day,

Daniel,” I 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 I wrinkle my nose at him before I leave the room. As I pass through the

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

worried, anxious lines.

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

I'm fully steamed about it as I stomp up the stairs and go to my room, closing the door behind me. I 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 particularly highlight my ass.

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Because Kent can kiss it, for all I 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 I pull on my boots I’m out my bedroom door, clopping down the steps with my mind on the garage, wondering if I 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 I hear my

name.

I pause about two steps from the bottom of the staircase as I 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.

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

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

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

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

“What attitude,” I snap, glaring back and playing dumb, trying to pull my arm away again, harder this time.

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“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 plan so... well done, Kent.