Boston Tomcats

#12 Johnny Decker. Star quarterback for the Boston Tomcats. Two-time Super Bowl MVP...a decade ago. Nickname: Decker the Panty Wrecker. I don't know which is worse-the fact that our beloved Tomcats owner left the team to his estranged daughter, that she's a finance nerd from New York who knows less than nothing about football…or that I mistook her for a secretary when we first met. In my defense, she thought I was the equipment guy. She's stubborn, uptight, infuriating, looks way too good in a skirt, and she's wrong about absolutely everything-from pizza to how to run my team. We have to learn to work together without kissing or strangling each other. But I can't stop arguing with her. Even while I'm discovering how good she looks out of a skirt. Even when I'm realizing she might be right about some things after all. I thought I had a winning play. But Hannah Strong changed everything.

#99 Dash Taylor. Rookie defensive end for the Boston Tomcats. 285 pounds of fast-twitch muscle. Nickname: Big D This tiny dancer doesn't think I'm boyfriend material. I used to think that too. I've been a beast on the field and in the bedroom, but now I'm going to prove that I can be a man for her…and for our surprise baby… See, I had a bad attitude my whole life and that's why my college coach sent me to take ballet lessons as punishment. The real punishment? Being taught to plié by a beautiful ballerina who refused to date me. Two years later, when we're both professionals, I get a second chance to show her what Big D's all about. I thought I'd sack her by being the guy who can make his pecs dance to the beat of any song. But it isn't the other team's offensive line who brings me to my knees, it's a sophisticated hundred-pound ballerina. She sets me straight like no one else ever could. I thought I was all about the smash and dash. But getting Charlie Bardot pregnant changed everything.

#4 Callum Duquette. Placekicker for the Boston Tomcats. Former underwear model. NICKNAME: Duke. I thought the most annoying thing about being a single dad was that my friends were always trying to find me a date. Until a sassy British ray of sunshine bumps into me at a bookstore. One accidental butt grab, a viral photo, and a lot of misunderstandings later, I find myself in a fake relationship with a movie star. Now I've got my friends off my back, but the cheeky Brit has complicated my life even more. She calls me the Duke of Grumpville. I call her movies the end of civilization as we know it. She calls my job "the wrong kind of football." I call her the one thing on Earth that can make me lose focus and control. It's getting harder to pretend I still want this to end after my team's game in London. I thought we were only faking it. But getting to know the real Millie Darden changed everything.