What I wanted for my birthday: Books. What I got for my birthday: my brotherās best friend playing matchmaker. Let it be known that I, Kinsley Lane, am one-hundred percent against being set up with somebody. And Iām one-thousand percent sure that Josh Carter is not the man to find me a boyfriend. I mean, if Iām so great, why isnāt he the one dating me? (For the record, I donāt know the answer. Thatās just what the guy on the internet asked.) Still, Iāll humor him. If I go on his little dates, heāll teach my bookish, introverted self how not to be totally, completely, utterly, unforgivably awkward on every single one of them. And all I have to do is fall in love with one of the lovely gentlemen heās serving up for me on a silver platterāall of whom fit my very specific guidelines. Simple, right? It would be. If only I could stop falling for Josh.