What I expected on Saturday morning: Books. What I got on Saturday morning: my ex-best friend and first crush in front of me. Let it be known that I, Holley Stuart, do not give a single rat's behind about pro baseball's star pitcher Sebastian Stone. I definitely don & apos;t care that he's standing in my bookstore. Nor do I care that he seems to have forgotten about the last time we saw each other--senior prom, when he both humiliated me and broke my heart, albeit unknowingly. Now, he needs a date to his sister's wedding. Don & apos;t ask me how I ended up being it, because I have no idea. But that's the least of my problems. His grandfather is adamant we & apos;re dating, and Seb isn & apos;t in a hurry to convince him otherwise, so I have no choice but to go along with it. The problem? The only thing I & apos;ve ever faked is ... well, you know. I & apos;ve definitely never faked my feelings for someone. And judging by the way I feel whenever Seb looks at me, it doesn & apos;t look like I & apos;m starting now ...