He'll make me his- if he doesn't drive me crazy first. Jocks? No thanks. Football? I don't know a touchback from a tight end and I don't care to. So, of course, someone calls in a favor and sticks me with Tyler Sinclair, gridiron god, big man on campus, star quarterback with a million-watt smile, a body to die for, and an attitude as big as his... reputation. Now he's my problem.