No booze. No women. No bad press. Seems easy enough until I wake up to my naked ass plastered all over the internet...These are the rules I need to live by if I want to win back my position of starting quarterback. With my dream on the line, I’m keeping my pants zipped up…
That is, until I meet Emma, who has a dream of her own to start an artist’s retreat.
She lights me up in places I didn’t even know had gone dark and so who could blame me for breaking one rule?