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.