A jilted bride. A rebound marriage. And a lifetime of secret pining.

Beau

My teammates know I’m not the biggest party guy, and Vegas is not my scene. But they wouldn’t take no for an answer.

When Christy ‘Kit’ Garrett, my high school nemesis, appears out of nowhere, wearing a wedding gown, I’m certain I’m hallucinating.

Fast forward twelve hours later: I have a massive headache, a ring on my finger, and Kit sleeping next to me.

Kit

Yesterday I was set to go from Miss. to Mrs., until my fiancé left me at the altar.

That man was not Beau Matthews, Blindside Flanker for the Ironclad...

A jilted bride. A rebound marriage. And a lifetime of secret pining.

Beau

My teammates know I’m not the biggest party guy, and Vegas is not my scene. But they wouldn’t take no for an answer.

When Christy ‘Kit’ Garrett, my high school nemesis, appears out of nowhere, wearing a wedding gown, I’m certain I’m hallucinating.

Fast forward twelve hours later: I have a massive headache, a ring on my finger, and Kit sleeping next to me.

Kit

Yesterday I was set to go from Miss. to Mrs., until my fiancé left me at the altar.

That man was not Beau Matthews, Blindside Flanker for the Ironclad Marauders, so a dream about marrying him is beyond bizarre.

But when Beau’s gruff voice penetrates my sleep filled haze, and I find steel grey eyes staring back at me; It’s safe to say I wasn’t dreaming.

The real surprise? I’m not sure it was a mistake.