An autistic veterinarian and an equally awkward NFL quarterback are forced to plan a charity gala together—proving that love, like life, is best when you stop masking and let the chaos purr.
I was raised to be quiet, polite, and perfectly palatable. Instead, I grew up to be autistic, opinionated, and the proud mom of a paralyzed corgi with a bad attitude.
I’m a veterinarian, not a debutante. I can handle a brawl between two angry Chihuahuas, but human small talk? That’s a blood sport.
So when I’m forced to help plan a charity gala with Denver’s favorite golden boy, I expect disaster.
What I don’t expect is for Jameson Wahlberg, the Denver Wolves starting quarterback and alleged god among men, to be… like me.
Turns out the man behind the helmet is just as autistic, awkward, and catastrophically sincere as I am.
Hes also bluntly honest, empathizes with my quickly draining social battery, and kisses like he’s solving an equation.
Between our matchmaking friends, a newly adopted quintet of guinea pigs, and a charity gala that might crumble faster than my emotions can handle, Jamie and I are trying to navigate love on our own terms.
Because being autistic doesn’t mean being unlovable, it just means we read the playbook a little differently.
