I need a date to my brother's wedding in six weeks, and Charlie Walgrove owns a tux. Billionaires are like that. He's also my sister's boss, and I agree to let her set me up with the awkward genius, who apparently has even less luck in the dating game than a struggling artist, aka me. We're total opposites, but the date goes okay. We agree to be friends, the kind who won't become lovers. Famous last words. ...