A Second-Chance Proposal. C.J. Carmichael

am not your fiancée. You ran out on me and never called and never wrote….”

      She was beside him now, pushing her fists against his chest. “Do you know how that felt? Waiting day after day—”

      “Cath—”

      She picked up the pillow again and crushed it to his face, smothering his words. “Oh, shut up. You were laughing all the time, weren’t you? Just another silly prank, cutting out on your wedding day. Then coming back two years later and pretending we were still going to get married. You probably thought I’d be that desperate, didn’t you?”