Darla Jones knows all about keeping up with the Joneses. Those are her folks, the Prince and Princess of Park Avenue. Her grandfather was the King. It's her birthright to live a life of luxury and hobnob with Manhattan's social elite, but this diminutive gal has dreams that don't involve following in her mother and sister's socialite footsteps. She wants to make her own way. Somehow. If she can find something that clicks. When she inherits her great-aunt's Brooklyn brownstone, she takes her chance to see a different side of life, sending her parents into a panic that she'll find an unsuitable match and live an unsuitable life. Oscar Brennan's an unsuitable man. He attended school with Darla's brother but happily gave up his scholarship to return home and help his ailing mother. He's never met his father. Unlike his good friend, Denver Jones, he became a lawyer to help people, not join fancy firms or run for office. He wants nothing to do with Manhattan. He's happy in Brooklyn where people don't pretend to be something they're not. Until Denver's baby sister moves next door. There's something about those big blue eyes, giant heart and well-intentioned cluelessness that turns his head. There's something about those kissable lips and sharp curves that make him come back for more. He shouldn't look. He damn well shouldn't stare. She's Denver's sister. But offering his assistance feels like the right thing to do. When she needs a date to her sister's wedding, he happily obliges to keep her from taking anyone else. When she needs him to pretend to be her boyfriend to keep her mother's high society matches at bay, he goes all in. After weeks of hijinks at her family's expense, the two soon realize, no one's faking a thing in this fake relationship. And Darla Jones finally finds something that clicks.