An Unlikely Match (The Match Series - Book #1) Read Online Free PDF

anything.
    “I have no furniture,” she continued, gesturing around the empty room. Then sh e called out in a loud voice. “Hey, world, where’s my furniture?”
    He couldn’t help but grin again. He wished she wasn’t so delightful.
    “Don’t you dare laugh at me,” she ordered.
    He forcibly straightened his expression.
    “You don’t know a thing about me,” she accused.
    “Maybe not,” he conceded. “But before you get all high-and-mighty, ask yourself when you last paid for a drink in a bar.”
    She immediately looked guilty, and he knew he’d hit the nail on the head. Then her expression changed to hurt, and he felt like a jerk all over again.
    What the hell was the matter with him?
    “ I better go,” he told her, moving toward the door.
    He ’d probably done enough damage for one night.
    o o o o
    In the bare living room, Amelia dug through her carry-on bag, working on not feeling sorry for herself. She had a roof over her head, a warm sleeping bag and an air mattress for a bed. Well, at least she would have an air mattress for a bed once she blew it up. She wished she’d thought to ask Morgan to blow it up for her before he—
    She caught herself.
    Was she really thinking she should have batted her eyelashes and persuaded him to blow up her air mattress? That would have validated his low opinion of her—which didn’t deserve to be validated.
    In the bottom of the bag, s he located a leftover granola bar from the trip. She rocked back on her heels in triumph. Forget needing a man. She was set. She had water in the tap, an almond oat bar for dinner, and she’d have a comfy bed just as soon as she set it up. For herself. Because she was an independent woman.
    She pushed back until she was leaning against the wall, legs stretched out on the thick carpet. She retrieved her cell phone, scrolling through a list of text messages.
    “ Pavlovian blonde,” she repeated out loud.
    But e ven as she worked up an appropriate level of disdain, she was forced to fight a smile. It was kind of funny. And, the truth was, she and her sorority friends would have called Morgan a geek, a dweeb or a FE-PWAPP: Four-Eyes, Probably-Wears-a-Pocket-Protector .
    Okay, so maybe Morgan was n’t your typical geek. Truth was, he was quite attractive, at least he was if you looked past the shaggy hair, glasses and that god-awful, plaid golf shirt. He certainly seemed fit enough. He’d carried the heavy boxes up the stairs as if they were nothing.
    And she certainly did appreciate his help.
    She opened up a text message from Krista. Krista was with a group of their friends at a bar in Tucson, and it sounded like they were having a blast.
    Out of curiosity, she texted back , asking if they’d bought any of their own drinks.
    Krista immediately responded with a winky face and an emphatic, “ No way .” Free drinks, and it was only Wednesday.
    Amelia groaned and banged her head back against the wall. There was a chance she owed Morgan an apology.
    Her phone chimed in her hand, showing an unknown number.
    For some reason, her thoughts went straight to Morgan.
    She raised it to her ear. “Hello?”
    “Amelia, honey? It’s Auntie Hannah.”
    Ame lia’s heart immediately warmed. “Hi, Auntie Hannah. Mom was going to text me your number so I could call. I’m here. I’m in the condo.”
    “ That’s great news, honey. What do you think of it? Is it nice? Are you warm enough?”
    “I’m more than warm enough.” The words made her realize the condo had grown quite hot. She came to her feet and moved to open a window to her backyard. “The place is fantastic. The view’s spectacular. I can’t thank you enough for letting me stay.”
    “Oh, pooh,” sang Hannah. “If I can’t help my nieces and nephews, what’s the point of being alive?”
    “You’re very good to us.”
    “Now that you’re settled, what are you going to do first?” asked Hannah.
    “ I’ll be looking for a job tomorrow.”
    “An acting