Ask anyone in town for the best guy to rev your engine and they'll point to me.
Ask anyone who's read a book or watched TV, or hell...
Any human with a pulse knows Brooke Braham is America's top advice guru.
I don't need a PhD to see I shouldn't fall for the famous shrink.
It's not like an auto shop owner can't run with the rich and beautiful, but guess what?
Turns out the good doc and I share more than scorching chemistry.
She lost her sister in the worst way, and I-
Well, let's just say it messes with a guy to learn his dead addict mom isn't.
Dead, I mean. Who knew?
Not my big pack of rowdy brothers.
My sister might've sensed it, but I had a different take.
One I've never told anyone.
There's stuff I should take to the grave, but Brooke's got me all up in my feelings.
Turns out they aren't just below the belt.
She's funny and smart and loves my big, doofy dog.
But we can't get involved.
It says so right there in her book.
Love's not for folks facing major life messes, which is us in a nutshell.
So much for sexy sand sledding lessons that can't lead to more.
Ditto for using my childhood tire swing in ways that would make a mechanic blush.
I can't fall for Brooke, no matter what my busted-up heart believes.
I'm a guy with a rep for fixing anything.
Almost anything. Let's not dwell.
The last thing Brooke needs is me rescuing her like she's some damsel in distress.
But what if we're meant to save each other?
One click this opposites-attract romantic comedy with a small-town mechanic who might just be the soulmate for a famous advice guru.