I adopted a rescue dog, sprained my ankle, and now the grumpy country star next door is helping me walk her. Jack Harper is back home, still famous and nothing like my childhood crush. He’s rude, dismissive, and clearly thinks I’m just another fan. He doesn’t recognize me. Not the girl next door, his best friend’s little sister, or the girl who used to scribble his name in her diary. I’m not twelve anymore. But that doesn't stop me from blushing when Jack walks my dog, helps plan my fundraiser, and lingers on my porch like he finally sees me. Now he’s writing songs that sound like he's read my mind... or my diary. I let myself fall for him, hard. If my brother finds out, everything will go up in flames. But when he looks at me like that, it just might be worth it.