Vivienne Cardoza is exactly my type. From her curves to her brilliant mind, she’s captivating. If my dating life hadn’t been benched the moment my daughter came screaming into the world, I’d have asked her out.

But, as it is, Vivienne hates me. And I don’t blame her.

I blew my first shot at a good impression with the stunning brunette when I wrongly assumed she was a fan just because she knew my name. Talk about embarrassing.

I struck out again when I volunteered at a youth baseball camp she was running—with my newborn daughter in tow and a missing nanny. Now...

Vivienne Cardoza is exactly my type. From her curves to her brilliant mind, she’s captivating. If my dating life hadn’t been benched the moment my daughter came screaming into the world, I’d have asked her out.

But, as it is, Vivienne hates me. And I don’t blame her.

I blew my first shot at a good impression with the stunning brunette when I wrongly assumed she was a fan just because she knew my name. Talk about embarrassing.

I struck out again when I volunteered at a youth baseball camp she was running—with my newborn daughter in tow and a missing nanny. Now she thinks I’m not just a jerk, but an incompetent one.

I don’t hate Xavier Kingsley, but I certainly think he’s a man-child. And that’s the last thing I need in my life.

I’ve spent too many years caring for the ever multiplying nieces and nephews in my family. Old habits die hard and when Xavier shows up to a Double Play event with baby Holland and no nanny, I shift into problem-solving mode calling my niece, Tenley, to save the day.

Little did I know I was intertwining our worlds more than I ever intended. Xavier needs a reliable nanny and my niece is his best option.

I find myself spending more and more time around the handsome, single dad, and because life loves to throw me curveballs, my body’s unprecedented reaction makes it impossible to fight the enticing pull I feel towards him. It’s clear he wants me too.

So when the single dad baseball player offers to lend me a hand—and then some—I let him. As long as he doesn’t fall in love with me, and no one gets hurt. We are two consenting adults. Surely we can give into our physical desires and not catch feelings. Right?!