Vulgar words. Indecent thoughts. Depraved past. I'm no saint and I've heard that my reputation precedes me, but don't believe everything people say. I made my living playing by the rules, catching the ball with my boots on the artificial turf. But last year I screwed up. He went too far with the parties, the girls, the carousing, and ended up getting a shitty reputation for his team. As a result, the team owner punished me by living in a gated retirement community in Florida until I "settled down." Football is my life and I love my team. They are the only family I have left. So I'll do anything to stay where I am. The rules are clear: no girls, minimal drinking and no tricks in public. If I “lay low” and restore my reputation, I won’t be fired. It's so simple. And everything went well. For the first time in my life, I was living by someone else's rules......and then she came for the summer. My neighbor's great-niece came to visit, and very quickly I realized that Delilah Rosewood was the perfect combination of sexuality and intelligence. She makes me want to break all the rules and get all kinds of fines. She has beautiful curves in the right places, her own point of view and plump lips. And I try to do everything possible so that she pays attention to me. But there is one problem: she hates me with a power comparable only to the power of a thousand suns shining simultaneously on Florida.