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on Mrs Kensington's front door, hoping Night might have vanished for the day.
    A moment later, he opened the door, staring down at her with those deep storm cloud blue eyes. Blue jeans and a black T-shirt covered his muscular body. Black hair hung straight down to tickle the top of his shoulder blades.
    No such luck. Lifting her chin, she looked him in the face. "Good morning, Mr Kensington. I'm here to work with your mother."
    "I thought I told you to call me Night?" His tone softened, almost as if he attempted to tease, though she couldn't tell from the stoic expression on his face.
    "Alright. Night. May I please come in so I can start your mother's therapy for the day?" She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, not quite comfortable with his intense attention.
    The corners of his mouth twitched. "We just sat down to breakfast. You can join us."
    Her mouth opened and shut like a guppy. "But…"
    He pulled the door open, gesturing her in. "There's plenty of food and we should eat while it's hot."
    "I'm not sure…"
    Even as she tried to protest, he spoke over her, leading the way to the kitchen. Pausing, he waited for her to catch up before arching an eyebrow. "You would deny my mother her breakfast?"
    She shook her head. "Well, no. It's just that…"
    As they entered the room, Mrs Kensington looked up from her plate, a smile of welcome on her face. "Good morning, dear. Sit. You must eat with us."
    Summer glanced at the table filled with breakfast foods and bit her bottom lip uncertainly. "I'm really…"
    Night yanked out a chair and motioned. "Sit. Eat." The stern tone reminded her of her third grade teacher. No student dared talk back or disobey when Mrs Gregory-Liam broke out that warning.
    With a sigh of resignation, she sat down on the offered chair, her gaze darting back and forth between her patient and the son.
    "Juice, coffee, or milk?" Night asked.
    "Juice please." She accepted the offered carton, pouring a generous amount in her glass. While she did that, Night busily piled her plate full of pancakes.
    "Hey!" She shot him a glare. "I don't need that many."
    He smirked over his coffee mug. "Just eat. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day."
    She snorted. Giving in, she reached for the butter and syrup, adding both to her plate before cutting off the first chunk and sticking it in her mouth. Her eyes widened in surprise at the sweet flavor. "This is good."
    "Thank Colton. He made them." Mrs Kensington took a sip from her mug.
    Summer's eyebrows rose. Not that men didn't cook, but she didn't expect Night to play much in the culinary arts. She sent him a warm smile. "Thank you. It's delicious. Really." She savored another nibble. "What did you add?"
    He matched her grin. "You're welcome and it's a secret ingredient." Jabbing his fork into a layered section, he took another bite.
    "Summer? You mentioned you have a small farm?" Mrs Kensington asked while she added more syrup to her plate.
    Swallowing, Summer nodded. "It's not much, just ten acres I inherited from my grandmother. The original homestead consisted of several hundred acres. My great-grandparents lost most of it when they couldn't pay taxes on the land during the Great Depression. I'm just glad she left what remained to me since I now have three horses."
    "You ride?" Night asked softly from across the table.
    "Not much. All of my horses are rescues, adopted through a program that places retired racehorses into private homes rather than sending them to slaughter. Two of them can't be ridden due to old injuries and age. The third is completely sound but I don't have a lot of time to ride. Mostly, it's just hopping on his back for a quick turn around the pasture."
    Night's expression flickered from amazed to intrigued in the blink of an eye. If she hadn't been purposely watching his reaction, she would have missed it entirely.
    "I didn't even know such a thing existed." Mrs Kensington chimed, looking at her with a smile. "How wonderful of