Flawless

The rules were simple. Stay away from his daughter, stay out of trouble. Now I’m stuck with her. There’s only one bed. Well, rules were made to be broken. I’m pro bull riding’s golden boy. Or at least I was, until everything blew up in my face. Now my agent says I have to clean up my image, so I’m stuck with his spitfire daughter for the rest of the season as “permanent supervision.” But I don’t need a damn babysitter, especially one with a pair of tight jeans, a sassy smirk, and a mouth that never quits. A mouth I can’t stop thinking about. Because Summer isn’t just another conquest. She sees the man behind the mask, and she doesn’t run—she pulls me closer, even when she shouldn’t. She says this means nothing. I say it means everything. She says there are lines we shouldn’t cross. That my reputation can’t take any more hits—and neither can her bruised heart. I say I’m stealing it anyway.