Runaway Bride and Prejudice (Appies, #5)

by Emma St. Clair

I honestly follow the same sort of rules the guys and I set out for each other, which includes respecting women. I just happen to have dated a lot of women. Respectfully.

And just how much it matters hits me as I slide the ring off my left hand, narrowing my eyes at the cheap gold band, like it’s somehow to blame.

My jaw literally dropped

I’m pretending I don’t know about his deal with Van. And also like I didn’t marry Van.

Girl. Craziest plot twist I've read this year

“It is hard to resist this face.” He makes a lazy circle around his head with one hand. “Yet somehow I managed,” I say. There’s the tiniest lift to one side of his mouth. “Did you, though?” I lift a shoulder. “Looks that way.” “You know what they say about looks being deceiving.”

“What I meant was about your looks being deceiving.” “Guess you’d know about that, huh?” “Nope,” I add, with sickening sweetness. “I don’t know the first thing about lying right to someone’s face.” His neatly shaven jaw hardens at this, and I swear I hear the sound of his teeth grinding.

She played dirtyyy

I … fell fast.” “You fell,” Lex says, sniffling again. “Like, in love?” “No, dummy. Into a pit of snakes. Yes, in love.”

I love sibling banter

“It’s rizz now,” says Greyson. “Not game.” “Then it affected my rizz.”

No.

Someone starts singing the chorus to Taylor Swift’s “I Knew You Were Trouble.” Van slows, and I hear the sound of a door being pulled open. “You’ve got a nice voice,” I call. “I think the more appropriate song, though, is ‘But Daddy I Love Him.’”