The rules were simple. Keep my hands off his daughter and stay out of trouble.
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But now I’m stuck with her. There’s only one bed. And well, rules are made to be broken.
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I’m the face of professional bull riding—the 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 I’m stuck with his ball-busting daughter for the rest of the season as my “full-time supervision.”
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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.
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A mouth I can’t stop thinking about.
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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.
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She says this means nothing.
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I say this means everything.
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She says there are boundaries we shouldn’t cross. That my reputation can’t take any more hits—and neither can her damaged heart.
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(Tanıtım Bülteninden)
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