Three tattoo guns.Five motorcycle tires.Countless T-shirts.That's what I lost before I realized nothing good comes from dating my co-workers. Usually, I don't have much self-control. So, the fact that Frankie Grant is a hot, talented tattoo artist means it's a damn miracle she hasn't already been in my bed. But nothing can happen between us because Frankie comes with Jolie, her young daughter, and a crap load of baggage from her ex. And those are two things I never entertain.Anyone who knows me - the screwed up foster kid from the wrong side of the tracks - knows I'm not the guy you take home to meet your parents, let alone your kid. But I also know what it's like not to have parents, so things get complicated when Jolie asks me to be her daddy.I might as well just slash my own tires now.