Shoulda Been a Cowboy. Maisey Yates

like flying. That felt like escape. What he wasn’t used to was riding with another person, and interesting that Cassie’s arms tight around his waist didn’t feel like restraints. They felt warm, they felt secure.

      And it felt like they were escaping together.

      Though what Cassie Ventimiglia might have to escape from he had no idea. It struck him then that he knew nothing about the life she’d led since he’d left. He knew that she had opened The Grind two years ago, and that was the beginning and end of his knowledge.

      It made him feel like an asshole to realize that. Seemed like he should’ve asked.

      But it wasn’t as though she’d asked about him. As far as she knew he had ridden off one day, then ridden back. And nothing had happened in between. In some ways, he was content for people to think that, and in other ways not.