I ran from my wedding and hid in my brother's best friend's RV. Worst hiding spot ever since he didn't know I was there until we were six hours into his trip.
Now Ben Pierce and I are stuck together in 400 square feet with five years of unresolved tension and absolutely zero chance of keeping our hands to ourselves.
The plan: Just one more day before we go our separate ways.
The problem: I'm falling for the grumpiest man I've ever known. The one I've spent five years trying to forget. The one who told me I'd be happy someday, and now I'm starting to hope he meant with him.
Ben's headed to California. I'm headed home to face my wedding disaster. We can't be together. We both know it.
But every mile makes it harder to remember why.
I spent my whole life being perfect. Maybe it's time to be happy instead.
Runaway bride meets road trip romance.