The moonlight glinted off the expensive ring wrapped around your finger, drawing your eyes to it. Ironically, it brought nothing but sour memories. Nothing more than a reminder of the burdensome expectations that came with being a highborn. Just another thing holding you back, holding you back from being with the man you want.

Really, the tales he told of his lifestyle were so exhilarating, you immersed yourself in each story of his, imagining yourself riding next to him, racing away from lawmen on the open plains. Oh, to run away from your responsibilities ...

A thud against your window pulled you out of your bittersweet daydreaming, your head whipping to peer outside. Speak of the devil, there was the man himself, Micah Bell, rock in hand as he stared right back at you, a dorky, yet endearing grin gracing his rugged features. He pointed toward your window, gesturing for you to open it and let him in.