Rules made me who I am today. They helped me cope when my father handed me the keys to our family’s empire and told me it was my turn, far before I felt ready for the responsibility. They were part of my success as a hotelier, where my attention to detail made us one of the top luxury hotel chains in the world. But when Marco and Juniper stormed into my life in a whirlwind of manic pixie energy, they systematically broke every single one of my rules. And I was a man with a lot of rules. Maybe some rules are meant to be broken. Like the one about hot tubs. And the one about group stuff. And most definitely the one about things I’m willing to do with other men.