Marriage, parenting, and making ends meet is a long road to haul - and I've screwed it up. My ex thinks I'm a deadbeat - I'm worried my daughter does too. As a long-haul truck driver, I haven't been there for either of them. Then I got caught driving my rig without a license and proved them right.Now I'm on probation, forced to take a co-driver on the road and show that I can safely pass my commercial license. Like I haven't been doing this for a decade! It's my last shot to prove myself to my broken family. I've missed a lot but I'm going to make it up to my daughter. I'm not going to blow it.

Not this time. There's even a financial bonus in it that will get my daughter the money she needs - that's if I can persuade my rule-following probationary officer and co-driver, Jake, into finishing the job early. Jake and I travel the long miles and somehow the road brings us close together - closer than I thought I was comfortable with. Suddenly, I'm feeling things I never thought possible with another man. Could Jake be the "ride or die" I've been yearning for my entire life? Is the road less traveled the one I've always needed? Am I scared? Hell, yes!.