Runaway Bride and Prejudice (Appies, #5)

by Emma St. Clair

So, for months I tried to forget her. I tried dating her out of my system, but it’s like meeting Amelia altered my brain chemistry. I compared every woman to the one with the sweet smile who stole my fries and made me feel like I was the living embodiment of a Taylor Swift song. One of the happy ones, not the breakup ones.

A lot of people might say trust your gut. But usually when I think my gut is saying something, it’s just hunger.

No offense to Coach, but his brother seems about as smart as a bag of rocks. He and Drew are cut from the same cloth, purchased at the store that sells stupid by the yard.

“I don’t come close to being good enough for Amelia. But if she were mine? I would never let her go. I would spend every waking day and every single breath just hoping I could show her the love she deserves.”

I’ve never been like this with anyone—embracing passion and playfulness like two sides of the same coin. It only works because the currency is trust.

“I want to watch you find out what a life without following the rules looks like. Or, maybe—to find out which rules are worth following and which ones are worth breaking. On your terms. I want to be the one cheering for you and your dreams, wearing your jersey. Figuratively speaking.”