I ran out on my wedding and ended up in a snowstorm—with a grumpy billionaire in my borrowed bed.

I didn’t plan to ruin my life in five-inch heels.

I left Rob at the altar, veil flying, guests gasping.

One snowy night. One borrowed cottage. One brooding jackass I never expected to see again.

Darien heir to a legal empire, permanently scowling, and inconveniently shirtless.

I patch him up after a deer totals his Corvette. He blames me. Obviously.

We can’t stand each other—until we’re stuck together.

He cooks gourmet food at midnight while I cry over wedding cake I never got to eat.

We fake a relationship to throw off his obsessed ex—and my unhinged one.

But the fake kisses start feeling dangerously real.

I’m falling. Hard.

Then I see him with her. I run—back to the one place I swore I’d never return—carrying a secret I can’t outrun.

The baby growing inside me… is it his? Or the fiancé’s I left at the altar?