#Chapter 52 – Honey

Kent is as cold as ice the whole ride home. On the way there, he had been burning with fury, his mind racing, desperate to lock her down, to burn down everything, if necessary, in order to secure her allegiance any way he could. And he had…he had just lost it. Twice, at the stables, he had lost his temper, lost his mind. He was unsettled, in truth, at his reactions to the day’s events. His entire life – since his father died – everything had been about control. Control of himself, foremost, because from that spun control over his house, his family, his community, and then his world. Control was the center of his success, his power. And around her? God damnit, for some reason, around her he just loses it. Kent grips the steering wheel tighter as he considers it, remembering the rage he let slip loose when he had watched the boy put his hand on her thigh. Because, Kent knew, it was his thigh – his to control, his to decide who touched it and when. For some reason, with Daniel