There's freedom behind a motorcycle helmet.
Nobody knows who you are. No name. No jersey number. No six brothers who've been famous longer than I've had a driver's license, and no one stopping me on the sidewalk to ask if I'm actually related to the Chris Kingman. So when I find Clover stuck in a tree with her cat, I keep the helmet on.
I crack Mandalorian jokes, rescue her and her cat, and feel like an absolute genius when I ask for her number and she gives it to me.
I am, in fact, an idiot. She's the new Dance and Cheer coach for the Cincinnati Tigers. The team where I happen to be the starting quarterback. I can't keep this secret from her. That's a douchepotato move. She figures it out before I can tell her. Which somehow manages to be worse.
And just to throw a monkey in our wrench, the boss has assigned us to work together on a super-secret project to unmask whoever is sabotaging the team, and our cover? Of course, it's fake dating.
We’ll do it because Clover moved to Cincinnati to do the impossible: build a body-diverse professional cheer squad in a league that's never had one, for a team that everyone says is going nowhere.
Someone powerful is betting she'll fail. She's taking that bet, and I'm going to be there to make sure nobody hurts her.
