Three days post-runaway bride, and I'm doing shots with my ex-fiancé's estranged half-brother.

Clearly, my decision-making skills are functioning at peak performance.

But when Marcus walked into that dive bar—all leather jacket and dangerous smile—logic didn't stand a chance.

One night of forgetting my train wreck life turned into the kind of chemistry that makes you understand why people write songs about bad decisions.

Then I moved home to start over.

Plot twist: Marcus lives here. And owns the bar where we had our one-night stand.

Now I see him everywhere. Serving drinks to my neighbors. Chatting with my mom's book club. Being the guy everyone in town loves.

Everyone except his own family.

They've written him off. The black sheep. The one who'll never settle down. The brother who doesn't do relationships or responsibility.

Then came the two pink lines.

Now Marcus—the man his own family doesn't believe in—is about to become the father of my child.

And he's not running.

He's showing up. Fighting for us. Determined to prove he's more than what his family thinks he is.

But can I trust a man whose own family has given up on him?

The town's watching to see if the runaway bride will crash and burn again. His family's waiting for him to fail. And I'm caught between what my head is telling me and what my heart wants.

But for the first time in my life, I'm choosing what I want—not what everyone expects.

Some mistakes are worth keeping.