Y/N was supposed to become a wife. Instead, she bolts from the altar, climbs into the wrong truck, and tells a complete stranger to drive. Chevy Morgan is thirty-eight, grumpy, tattooed, built like he wrestles engines for fun, and absolutely not a rideshare driver. He’s already headed across the country to settle unfinished business of his own, and the last thing he needs is a runaway bride hijacking his passenger seat. But one wrong turn becomes another. Cheap motels. Roadside diners. Petty arguments. One bed. Too much tension. And somewhere between escaping the life Y/N never wanted and facing the past Chevy never talks about, two strangers start becoming something neither of them planned for. She’s trying to figure out who she is. He’s trying to remember how to let someone in. And somewhere past Exit 17, running away starts to feel a whole lot like coming home.

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