Rebel Bride

<p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(28 28 28 0.99)>She just jilted my teammate at the altar and I helped her escape. We don't get along but I'll keep her safe ... and pray she never learns how I really feel about her.</strong></p><p></p><p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(28 28 28 0.99)>Summer</strong></p><p></p><p><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(28 28 28 0.99)>I can't marry him.</em></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(28 28 28 0.99)>I have no good reason to jilt my hockey player fiancé except that the closer we get to the big day the more I feel myself shrinking to a hollow shell. Two minutes after I slip into the church bathroom to calm my pre-wedding jitters I jump out the window to make my escape ...</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(28 28 28 0.99)>... and land on Hatch Kershaw my fiancé's teammate on the Chicago Rebels.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(28 28 28 0.99)>This guy has always hated me for reasons I can't fathom. Half the time he looks right through me like I'm no better than the ice shavings on his skate blades. The other half? That brooding green gaze strips me bare and sees right into my soul.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(28 28 28 0.99)>Neither option is good for me so I really shouldn't want his help ... should I?</span></p><p></p><p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(28 28 28 0.99)>Hatch</strong></p><p></p><p><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(28 28 28 0.99)>The bride hit me like a ton of bricks.</em></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(28 28 28 0.99)>The last thing I expected was for my teammate's bride to ask for my help in fleeing her wedding. Make that the second last-even more unexpected is that I said yes. Before I know it I've driven her to my family's vacation home because I'm a nice guy and she needs to catch her breath.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(28 28 28 0.99)>Only now I can't breathe around </span><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(28 28 28 0.99)>her</em><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(28 28 28 0.99)>.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(28 28 28 0.99)>Summer Landry and I have never hit it off so why the hell am I going along with this madness? Every stolen glance and accidental touch tell me she's off-limits while each torturous second with her in our lakeside hideaway has me questioning everything I thought I knew about who she is and what she's hiding.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(28 28 28 0.99)>No one can know what I did-not my teammate not my family not the media-or all hell will break loose. Most of all Summer can never know why I dislike her so much.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(28 28 28 0.99)>Because if she did I might not recover.</span></p><p></p>