Three tattoo guns.
Five motorcycle tires.
Countless T-shirts.
Thatâs what I lost before I realized nothing good comes from dating my co-workers.
Usually, I donât have much self-control. So, the fact that Frankie Grant is a hot, talented tattoo artist means itâs a damn miracle she hasnât 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 meâthe screwed up foster kid from the wrong side of the tracksâknows Iâm not the guy you take home to meet your parents, let alone your kid. But I also know what itâs 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.