Being the only single, childless female analyst who sharing a rented apartment with a roommate, I freaked out. Said roommate, Zoe, offered me the solution in the form of an app. I found Dean on the app, the perfect fake boyfriend. He was educated, from Chelsea, down-to-earth, charming, good-looking, and he’d agreed to pretend to be my boyfriend for an indefinite period. Indefinite.

Seriously, what was I worried about?

No one would ever find out.

“You.” A deep voice said at my side. The tone was accusatory.

I turned my head and blinked rapidly against the sight in front of me. A very tall man glowered at me, nostrils flared, like a bull getting ready to charge. My eyes dipped down his body and back up again, thinking I’d never seen a specimen like him up close before. The guy was at least three inches over six feet, dressed in jeans that had seen better days and a long thermal shirt that showed a very defined muscular build. Very defined. His shirtsleeves were rolled up, showing off thickly veined forearms. Didn’t Yvonne’s have a dress code?

I looked into what would have been beautiful green eyes if they hadn’t been glaring at me. At me?

What the heck? I didn’t have time for miscreants right now. “Can I help you?”

“Parker Brown?”

Oh crap.

“Yes?”

His eyes narrowed. “I’m Rhys Morgan. Dean’s big brother. He’s not coming.”

For a moment, I could only stare. How could this guy be Dean’s big brother? Dean was fair-haired and blue eyed, clean-cut and handsome in a pretty way. This guy had close-cropped dark hair, the aforementioned gorgeous green eyes, needed to shave a few days ago, and with his rugged, angular features and broken nose, definitely not a pretty boy. I guess some women might find him appealing but he was too big and rough for me.

I liked my guys nerdy and cute.

Anyhoo, back to my point… I snapped my attention away from the impressive definition in his biceps. “You don’t look anything alike.”

His nostrils flared again. “Yeah, we’re nothing alike. I wouldn’t let some uptown Masshole prostitute me.”

My cheeks burned as I glanced around in horror. Loud! Wow, he was loud! I hopped off the stool and pressed my hands to his chest to push him toward the exit but stopped. He had pecs. “Oh, those are well developed.” I dropped my hands like they’d been burned.

Dean’s supposed brother grit his teeth in obvious agitation.

“Let’s talk a little away from the bar.” I led him around the corner to the hallway between the entrance and the restaurant, giving a tight “All is okay here” smile to a passing host. Turning around to face Rhys, I almost smacked right into his chest.