The Feud (Bluegrass Empires #1) Read Online Sawyer Bennett

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary Tags Authors: Series: Bluegrass Empires Series by Sawyer Bennett
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Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 86808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
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The sound of the school bus chugging down the curvy country road has me almost giddy to see Sylvie’s face. “Assis,” I say to Renault, pronounced ah-see (thank you, Google!), and his butt hits the grass.

The bus rolls to a slow stop, red lights flashing, and the doors creak open. I nod at the bus driver, an older fellow I’ve not had the pleasure of meeting. He smiles at me and waits as Sylvie exits. She’s laughing at something someone says, her gaze back that way and she waves goodbye to her friends.

When she turns to come down the steps, her eyes land first on me, then slide to Renault. Because I was waiting for Sylvie’s reaction, I am not prepared for what I believed to be a very well-behaved dog to go apeshit when he sees his little girl. He lunges toward her, ripping the leash right out of my hand. The mutt flies up the steps, jumps right at Sylvie so she sits down hard on the top step, and licks her face wildly.

“Fuck,” I mutter as I rush forward, but it’s Sylvie’s peals of laughter that tell me everything is okay. I glance at the driver, who’s grinning. “Sorry.”

“No worries,” he says with a wave of his hand.

“Come on, Renault. Assis. Assis.” I take his leash to try to pull him away but he’s having none of it and Sylvie has her arms wrapped around him. “Sylvie… help me get him out of the bus.”

Sylvie utters a few French commands and with me pulling and her pushing, we get Renault off the bus. She immediately shrugs out of her backpack and drops to the grass, lying on her back as her dog flops on top of her. She speaks to him in a flurry of her native language as she scratches him all over and the dog’s tail whips back and forth in ecstasy.

I pull out my phone, snap a couple of pictures to send to Marcie and show the family, and then watch as my daughter reunites with a piece of home I managed to get for her.

When she finally tips her head backward to look at me, there are no tears but there is something akin to affection that I see for the first time. “Merci, Papa.” I don’t speak French but I know what Papa means and it’s the first time she’s directly referenced me as her father. “Or, would you like me to call you Dad?” she asks.

I swallow hard past the lump in my throat. “I like them both. Whatever you want.”

Sylvie rolls to her side and bounces up from the ground. She unleashes Renault and I almost object but with a one-word command, the dog heels right at her side. She brushes grass off her jeans and then to my utter surprise, flings her arms around my waist, pressing her cheek to the bottom of my chest. She doesn’t say a word but the silent hug is even better. The fact that she’s showing physical affection makes me feel on top of the world.

I wrap my arms around her and relish this time until she pulls away. “How did you get him?” she asks, her hand absently rubbing his head.

I could take all the credit for it but no sense in lying. “I worked with your uncle Gabe and we flew him here. Esteban helped too.”

“I can’t believe it,” she says, and now I hear emotion warbling her words. Her gaze drops to Renault and she murmurs, “It feels like a little bit of my old home in my new home.”

My heart clenches for this kid, ripped away from the place in the world she loved the most, losing her mother who she was very close to, and forced into a new way of life. Granted, it’s a good life, but the emotional toll has been heavy.

“Come on,” I say, my hand on her shoulder. “Let’s grab some cookies and we can sit out back for a while before I have to get back to work.”

This wasn’t planned but I want to spend one-on-one time with Sylvie, especially since this gift has opened her up some. Selfishly, I want to take advantage of it.

Miranda quickly fixes us up cookies and a fresh bowl of water for Renault. Esteban sent his toys and a bag of his food, but he’ll have to be titrated on a new food since we don’t have the French brand here. I’ll take them both to a PetSmart this weekend.

Sylvie plays catch with Renault for a bit in the backyard. She walks him up to the edge of the pasture fence where some of the retired horses graze and he looks at them curiously. I should be on edge that he might bolt after them, but I’ve watched Sylvie and she has done an amazing job training him, so I trust she has control.



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