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Kim Winchester stood frozen in the open stable doorway, her initial shock turning to disgust as she stared at the couple locked in a passionate embrace between the rows of stalls.

She had never dreamed he could act this way, too caught up in kissing the woman coiled around him like a snake to even care that his betrayal would break Kim’s heart. He had insisted over and over how important she was to him, but right now it was clear he’d forgotten her very existence.

Tears filled Kim’s eyes, but she refused to let them fall. She felt devastated and sick, but she had no intention of slinking away quietly and pretending she hadn’t seen the two of them.

“Oh, isn’t this just too, too cozy,” she drawled, sauntering into the light as though she didn’t have a care in the world, pleased beneath the hurt as the couple sprang apart. “You two make me want to barf.”

She’d half expected to see a gleam of triumph in Emily’s eyes, but instead the other woman looked totally mortified.

“Kim,” she pleaded, eyes wide.

Kim ignored her entreaty. “I knew you were after him!” She shook an accusing finger in Emily’s face. “I could tell by the way you practically drooled when we saw you in town.” Did Emily think she was blind or just naive?

It was obvious that the older woman could think of nothing to say in her own defense, but Kim’s feeling of vindication was immediately wiped away when he stepped in front of Emily. Protecting her.

He didn’t look embarrassed. Quite the contrary. His thick brows were bunched into a thunderous frown, and he was glaring at Kim. Bristling with disapproval.

How could he be so mean, siding with this woman he barely knew, against his own daughter?