Chapter 31
Keava POV
“I don’t normally…deal…with my emotions,” Roman said one afternoon. We were out on a horse ride around his massive estate. We both found it easier to open up while there was an activity involved.
The Horses had been a gift from some Dutch minister whom Roman helped out of a tight spot once. They were both magnificent creatures though Roman had not taken the time to name them creatively.
Hooves and Whinney i what he called them
“I find that acting as though I’m uninterested becomes an easy lie to believe for both parties.”
“It makes you seem like a dick,” I point out with a smirk.
“You’re one to talk,” he nudges my shoulder. “You’re always serious except when there’s a cup of coffee in front of you. Wait…was that the key to your heart this entire time? Caffeine?”
I blow him a raspberry and gallop off into the woods. The loud hooves behind me tell me that Roman is not far behind.