First rule: Don’t fall for your best friend’s sister. Second rule: Screw the first. A bad boy who knits in his spare time? Believe it. No one’s going to question my masculinity. Not when I’m throwing down on the field and generally kicking goals at life. Or I was before tasting the sweet, sassy mouth of Joey Torrence. She’s the team nutritionist, but the only meal I want is between those creamy thighs of hers.