Josh Lawson has the body of an athlete, a mountain of muscles and thick, tousled hair. He is always very serious, but a smile transforms his whole face. If it had been directed at me, I would have simply lost my composure. But playboys like him don't date theater girls like me. Especially if we are talking about a gloomy, silent type, who is the complete opposite of me. I am definitely NOT in love with my best friend's brother. So why do I find myself daydreaming about his broad shoulders and incredible arms? And why did we almost sleep on the dance floor at his sister's wedding? I can't stop thinking about him.   Regan Bennett is not my type. She is loud, funny, artistic and deserves a real relationship. I'm picky and only suitable for one-night stands. But after our impromptu sleepover, I can't stop thinking about her. She is pretty. She has long legs. She is creative in every way: she knows the best places in New York and takes on every task with passion. Plus, her chocolate chip pancakes are killer. She's good at everything. And I'm not going to ruin it all. But the more time we spend together, the harder it is to stay away from her. I want her. Damn it, I need her! Perhaps this is madness, or perhaps this is love?