The rules were simple. Keep my hands off his daughter and stay out of trouble . . .But now I'm
stuck with her. There's only one bed. And well rules are made to be broken. I'm the golden
boy of professional bull riding. Or at least I was until it all blew up in my face. Now my
agent says I have to clean up my image so I'm stuck with his ball-busting daughter for the
rest of the season as my full-time supervision. But I don't need a goddamn babysitter
especially one with skin-tight jeans a sexy smirk and a mouth she can't stop running . . . A
mouth I can't stop thinking about. She says this means nothing. I say this means everything.
She says there are boundaries we shouldn't cross. That my reputation can't take any more
hits-and neither can her damaged heart. I say I'm going to steal it anyway.
