The only goal I have for my trip to Vegas is to make my brother smile again. After the worst break-up to ever break up, he’s talking about running away and never setting foot in our home town again. So like the rational adult I am, my first instinct is to fly us both to the City of Sin so our older brother can knock some damn sense into him. Yeah, I’m mature like that. What I never saw happening, though, was me finding love because I knock on the wrong room in our hotel. I’m an accountant, for God’s sake, numbers are my thing. Still, the second I see the pretty gray-green eyes of the man who opens the door, I can’t help but thank all the heavens for my mistake. This title was previously offered in the Candy Volume 2 Charity Anthology. It has been expanded but the previous material is intact.