Cal walked out of jail and into a second chance at winning Aly with his grandma's beater sailboat and a reclaimed dream of sailing charters. Aly has the business smarts, strings to a startup loan, and heart he never should have broken. He's got squat. Unless you count enough original art to stock a monster rummage sale and an affection for weed. But he'd only ever loved Aly. That had to count for something. Aly needed a guy who owned yard tools, tires worth rotating, and a voter's registration card. He'd be that guy or die trying. For anyone who's ever struggled to measure up. And failed.