He looks like a Greek god in a Stetson hat chiseled from a fantasy. I get to be his girlfriend, but it's only for pretend. What if I want more? He made me swoon the first time I saw him. Until he opened his mouth. Then I wanted to stab him with a fork before our first "date" was over. He's in my dreams, in my thoughts, and I can't get him out of my head. Did I mention that I want to stab him with a fork? Welcome to Nashville, where neon dreams come true, and nothing is as simple as it seems.