Home Runner (New York Monarchs #3)

PROLOGUE

I’ve always dreamed of my wedding day.

Not so much the decor or guest list, but the quiet moments in between the madness with my new husband.

Sneaking kisses during the endless toasts. Making funny faces when the photographer wasn’t looking. Or whispering inappropriate jokes under our breath.

And at the end of the night, I’d get to stare at him while he ditched his tie as we left our wedding venue to start the rest of our lives together.

I look over to the man next to me in time to catch the silky noose around his neck loosening and a small smile threatening to break free.

His dark brown beard has been tamed for the occasion, and his wavy hair seems to have gotten a trim.

My dress is a comical white poof around me, leaving minimal room for movement. In search of comfort, I dig the veil out of my hair and release a sigh of relief.

This should be what I imagined when I dreamed about my wedding day.

Except… I’ve deviated from the plan in a few crucial ways.

Because the man beaming down at me as he grabs my discarded veil and tosses it out his open window is not my husband.

And instead of a limo, I’m in what many may consider a getaway car.

Because I, Daisy Stonehaven, am officially a runaway bride.

No, this is not what I dreamed of when I thought of my wedding day.

And it’s clear as day, that my life as I know it has officially gone up in flames.