Marrying His Brother After He Ran

As we passed our old high school, Wright suddenly spoke.

"Georgia, let's call off the wedding. It's in three days, I know, but..."

My expression remained flat. "For a trainwreck who can't keep herself out of trouble?"

Wright’s eyes flared with warning. "No matter how much of a mess she is, I'll always be there to clean up after her. As long as her feelings for me are real."

I stared at this man I had loved for nine years. Finally, I smiled and nodded. "Fine. Then I hope you get exactly what you want—a trainwreck’s pure, unadulterated heart."