No bride expected to be steering a boat in her wedding dress, running away from the day she'd been planning for months. But that was me.
I was that runaway bride.
In a boat that now had no fuel, stranded on a stretch of dangerous water, and my phone was now swimming with the fishes. The man who rescued me lived in a lighthouse and was the strong and very silent type, who also happened to foster rescue cats. He was now part of the lifeboat crew and the opposite of the geeky boy he'd been in school. And I'd been the girl he'd secretly crushed on. Thane didn't want a relationship. He wanted a quiet life with no complications.
I wanted to get under another man to get over the one I'd left at the altar, then I wanted to get the rest of my life on track, back in my small-town home in Puffin Bay. Neither of us expected the little twist that came our way.
