Runaway Roadtrip

400 square feet. Five years of wanting. Zero escape routes.

I ran from my wedding and crashed out in my brother's best friend's RV. Worst hiding spot ever.

Now Ben Pierce and I are stuck together, 400 square feet of forced proximity, five years of unresolved tension, and absolutely zero chance of keeping our hands to ourselves. And the one-bed situation isn't helping things.

The plan: Just one more day before we go our separate ways.

The problem: I'm falling for the grumpiest, most infuriating ...