The rules were simple. Keep my hands off his daughter and stay out of trouble.But now Im stuck with her. Theres only one bed. And well, rules are made to be broken.Im the face of professional bull ridingthe golden boy. 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 Im stuck with his ball-busting daughter for the rest of the season as my full-time supervision.But I dont need a goddamn babysitter, especially one with skin-tight jeans, a sexy smirk, and a mouth she cant stop running.A mouth I cant stop thinking about.Because Summer isnt just another conquest. She sees the man behind the mask, and she doesnt runshe pulls me closer, even when she shouldnt.She says this means nothing.I say this means everything.She says there are boundaries we shouldnt cross. That my reputation cant take any more hitsand neither can her damaged heart.I say Im going to steal it anyway.