Spoiling His Reluctant Runaway Bride

a dashed over excitedly. "Hi there! Sorry to bother you, I'm kind

lips carrying a hint of mischief.

ght. Under the dim porch light, she gla

olt, but a hand caught her

as just... just... wa

t the wall, no exit in sight. He leaned down, eyes locked onto hers as she kept nervously avoiding his gaze.

shut her eyes, furrowed her brows and nodde

Quinn property. As the lady of the house, you've

ainst his motorcycle, and casua

when that bomb dropped. "Wait... Wai

stream of smoke. "

eve you! Totall

Quinn family had ruled Westbridge's wealth ranking

being so dense. 'Ten minutes of running and I

rich really wa

led all the way on a bad foot, and she was still

e. He reached out and tilted her chin up with one finger, his voice

e got the path

ked pl

ance, Mrs. Quinn. Or, I could always have the

ale the moment that

hing that had gone down today. He e

ere's no way Matthew would bring home just anyone to play pretend wife. He must

ing at the hotel. He must've

t in just a

out a bright, cheerful smile and turned on the c

d on his bike, and looked ba

gged on the corner of his jacket-then immediately pulled back like

lurched, smacking straight into his back w

on t

ay, go

she nervously wrapped

could catch a faint

were sitting... her