A good girl follows the rules. So does a smart woman. That's why I've resisted my brother's best friend for years. Fine, fine. Maybe the sexy, charming confident baseball player hasn't given me a reason to suspect he's thinking the same flirty, dirty thoughts as I am. But then he starts showing up by my side at sporting events. At galas. And his eyes are saying all sorts of flirty, dirty things. Like maybe we should cross the friends line and head right into benefits?