Falling for the runaway bride is the last thing I need right now. And I definitely shouldn't offer her a job and a place to live. But somehow, that's precisely what I do. Once upon a time, I thought I had it all figured out. Until my life as I knew it turned on its head. Now I stick to what I know - running my bar, brewing my own beer, and keeping my heart firmly off the menu. Then Abbey Rhodes walks into my bar, still wearing her wedding dress, looking like she just escaped a rom-com gone wrong. She's fierce, funny, and her heart's as bruised as mine. The smart thing would be to send her on her way and avoid the trouble she brings. As it turns out, I'm not as smart as I thought. Which is why I find myself not only offering her a job, but also my spare bedroom. The last thing either of us needs is another complication. But there's something about Abbey that makes me wonder if there might be more to life than playing it safe. Do I keep my heart locked up tight, or can I take a chance on a runaway bride who might just make me believe in love again?