Brooks Jameson is a lot of things: Intense. Determined. Unapologetic. Complicated. Stone cold Adonis with abs of steel and a myriad of athletic endorsements. My older brother’s best friend ... My secret childhood crush ... My pretend fiancé for the foreseeable future ... When my beloved Nonna becomes gravely Ill and reveals her dying wish is to see her only granddaughter happy, settled, and in love, my brother takes it upon himself to grant her last request ... by calling in a favor from Brooks himself. I didn’t expect him to say yes. I didn’t expect him to leave his lavish mansion in L.A. and hop on the next plane to Saint Paul, a diamond ring in his pocket, ready to play the part. I also didn’t expect to feel things for him I hadn’t felt since I was a bashful, freckle-faced teenager and he was the gorgeous, popular, and always out of reach older boy next door. But he did. And now he’s here … calling me his future wife and looking at me with his knee-weakening sea glass gaze that makes me forget that none of this is real. The rules of the arrangement were supposed to be simple. The actual arrangement? Not so much. Not so much at all.