Kitty was not only beautiful but also incredibly intelligent--except when it came to relationships. It seemed if a guy was a loser, corrupt, deadbeat or unavailable, she was completely and utterly attracted to him. She definitely had a "type," and all of them had been one bad decision after another. Dallas had trouble of his own. Finding women wasn't a problem--he could charm the pants off almost anyone--but most of those "pantless" women ended up being a few bananas short of a fruit basket. Not always the best candidates for his sex-without-strings philosophy. He was one date away from ending up a 60 Minutes special. While both of them were at the top of their game professionally--she a high-powered executive assistant, and he one of the best tattooists in the city--their personal lives had become a dumpster fire. No one in their right mind would have suggested they join forces to help each other wade through the crazy. Surely that was a recipe for disaster? But without reason, logic or even sanity on their side, they decided to do it anyway. It was a hot mess primed for a head-on collision.