Page 196 of Broken Trust
He flew to Dallas on Tuesday morning after Shawn rescheduled his fall meetings with the Outlaw Heritage team for some reason.
He’s been gone for a long four days, but the good news is, he’s flying back this morning.
Perfect timing.
The latest batch of students packed up and left yesterday afternoon, and the next group doesn’t arrive until Monday.
For the first time in weeks, the ranch is actually quiet.
Bryce and Charli are celebrating the break by hosting a cowboy cookout tonight for all the instructors and staff. Live music, barbecue, drinks, bonfires—the whole deal.
After the insanity of the past month, everyone deserves it.
I woke before sunrise and pulled on a pair of jeans and a comfortable T-shirt before heading into town.
The Wyoming morning air is cool and crisp, and downtown is coming alive as I walk down the sidewalk.
Cabe is already waiting when I arrive at Imma Jean’s café.
He’s sitting in a booth near the window with a steaming mug of coffee in front of him.
“Morning, Jojo.”
“Morning.”
I slide into the booth across from him, and Imma Jean appears with a fresh pot of coffee.
“Well, hello, Jovie. You want coffee?”
I smile. “Please.”
She fills my mug and hurries off to greet another guest.
The second she disappears, Cabe studies me over the rim of his mug.
“What?”
One corner of his mouth twitches.
“You’re awfully chipper. What’s going on?”
I look down at the menu. “Nothing in particular.”
“Okay. What’s going on out of particular?”
I can hear the amusement in his voice.
My cheeks start heating.
Cabe chuckles. “Yeah, something’s up.”
I shrug and lie, which makes me feel sick, “Things are just going well at the clinic.”
The truth is, keeping secrets from Cabe has been harder than keeping it from anyone else. He’s my person. The one I tell everything to.
Or at least, I used to.
I want to tell him, but Axle wanted to talk to him first.
