Tyler Bennett and I hate each other. The annoying jerk my parents forced me to play with as a kid grew up to be a sexy, grumpy baker who still can't stand me. Sure, maybe I enjoy our bitter banter, his cocky smirk, his chocolate chip cookies. But there's a reason I can't play nice. You're wondering why-if I hate the guy so much-did I agree to be his fake date to his cousin's wedding? Look. Just because I love being...