Holy sweet baby Jesus. I don't know anything about taking care of kids. I pierce nipples, navels, and noses for a living. I've never even held a baby before. Not once. Never changed a diaper or cleaned up a skinned knee. Hell, I don't even want kids. I'm more of a drifter, a once in a lifetime lover, and then I move on. Family? Commitment? Nuh uh, no way. Tough sh*t, though, because my brother and his kids need me. Desperately. I never thought to wonder if I might need them, too. That I might need her, this strange woman I met at a playground. Brooke Overland. She doesn't know I'm not a professional nanny, but what am I supposed to do now? She hired me; I took care of her sister's kids for her; I f*cked her. My life is so screwed-up.