I’m probably not the first runaway bride to get discovered hiding in the back of a stranger’s pickup truck. And Maverick should probably dump me on the side of the road and be on his way. Instead, he agrees to give me a ride across the country. 

I quickly learn that Maverick isn’t just a sexy football star. He’s also bossy as hell with a surprising sweet side. 

We’re supposed to stay in separate hotel rooms, not share nights fraught with sexual chemistry. We’re supposed to drive straight to Chicago, not veer off on romantic side trips. 

So when absolutely nothing goes according to plan, I tell myself that whatever happens on this temporary road trip will be just that—temporary. 

Nothing lasts forever. 

The last thing I need is to get attached to a bossy baller whose priority will always be football. 

But just when I think I’ve got everything under control…