I Married a Taxi Driver Out of Spite—Then a Photo the Next Day Completely Changed Everything

tousled dark hair, a scruffy five o’clock shadow that suited him better than it had any right to, and warm brown eyes that almost made me forget the disaster I’d just walked away from.

“Need a ride or just looking to escape something?” he asked with a lazy grin, holding the door.

I chuckled despite myself. “Bit of both.”

His name, at least according to continue reading …