So maybe I have a bit of a hero complex. And more money than god.

Those two things combined make me irresistible to every messed up woman in the city. Been there, done that, failed to put humpty back together again.

I'm done. No more broken, needy women for me.

Except God must have a sense of humor, because I find a woman sleeping in a broken down car in front of my garage in the middle of the night.

I should send her on her way. Except she's a little unhinged. And sassy. And has thick, biteable thighs.

So of course, I give her a job, and a place to stay. I've got a problem, alright. I already told you that.

But no way is her sunshine going to draw me in. I'm done with women.

Yeah, I don't believe it either.