March is for Miles

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From Chapter 1

Miles is waiting at a red light when a runaway bride jumps into his truck.

The light changed to green. Enough with the sappy introspection. I lifted my foot from the brake and was about to step on the gas when a flurry of white appeared in my peripheral vision.

The passenger-side door of my truck opened and a huge ball of lace jumped into the cab. “Go, go, go!”

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I tightened my grip on the steering wheel. There was no reason for me to feel threatened by the woman underneath the layers and layers of white, but shit like this didn’t happen in Mustang Mountain.

A face appeared in the middle of the big white bundle. Her cheek sported an angry red mark and appeared to be swelling by the second. Big brown eyes pleaded with me. “I’ve got to get out of here. Please.”

I’d never seen her before in my life, but the fear in her eyes made a permanent imprint, and I knew I’d never forget it as long as I lived. She looked like a wounded animal who’d been fighting for its life, but knew the end was near. The need to protect her surged within me. My foot hit the gas just as a dark-haired guy in a tux reached for the door handle.

The woman yelled as I accelerated. She grabbed onto my arm, her chest heaving hard underneath the layers of white fabric. I took the road out of town to put some distance between the two of us and whoever was after her. When I felt like we’d gone far enough, I pulled over to the side of the road.

I glanced over at her. Black lines streaked her cheeks. Her hair had come loose, and soft, dark waves framed her face. She met my gaze for the briefest moment, her brown eyes full of apprehension. Fuck, she was beautiful. The cage I’d built around my heart rattled.

Keeping my tone low and soft, I turned toward her and said, “I need to ask you something.”

“What’s that?” Her voice came out shaky and on the verge of tears.

“Who the hell are you?”

Find out what happens next tonight.