Waking up in Vegas, not remembering what happened the night before, is probably a standard thing that happens in this town. A town filled with flowing alcohol and unmitigated debauchery is bound to lead to some memory loss.It's never happened to me. Until today.Today I woke up in a hotel room in Vegas-the place that's supposed to be my sanctuary after finding out that my boyfriend of a year was cheating on me-with a man in my bed. An incredibly sexy man with a muscular back that women would swoon for.Until I realize . . . this hot, gorgeous man is my ex's brother.Oh and there's a wedding ring on my finger.This trip is definitely not going as expected, and this relationship will drop grenades into both of our lives.Yet I'm starting to believe that I don't care about the destruction, because this is the brother I'd wanted all along.
