Stick in the Mud Meets Spontaneity (Meet Your Match, book 3) Read Online Free PDF

bubble girl. Hence the dish soap. Plus we had a budget of only five dollars, so I didn’t have too many options.”
    Colton chuckled and met her gaze with something resembling respect and interest. “So all the stories about you are true, huh?”
    “What stories?” said Sam, trying to think of what tales the Mackies might have told.
    Colton opened his mouth to say something when Kajsa’s voice interrupted. “Sam, what does ‘fling’ mean?”
    “Huh?”
    “It’s another way of saying throw,” Colton answered. “Like I’m going to fling a rock at the fence or something like that.”
    A pause, and then, “How do you throw summer?”
    Colton looked as confused as Sam felt. “What do you mean?”
    Kajsa pointed to a notebook in her lap— Sam’s notebook. The one containing her freshly written bucket list.
    Oh no.
    “This says, ‘Have a summer fling.’”
    At least she left out the “with a cowboy” part.
    Sam leaned in to take the list away but whacked her shin against the frame of the car instead. She grabbed hold of her hurt leg, and in so doing, slammed her forehead against the top of the open car door before flopping down on the seat.
    Unbelievable.
    “Are you okay?” Kajsa asked.
    “Fine.” Now Sam’s forehead, shin, and heel throbbed. She had the presence of mind to grab her notebook and flip it over on her lap.
    “Easy there,” Colton said, sounding like he was trying not to laugh. “This isn’t how we like our guests to leave—covered in bumps, bruises, and puncture wounds.”
    In Sam’s mind, the operative word had been leave—something she should have done fifteen minutes earlier, before the goat head, bruised shin, headache, and summer fling.
    “Are you really going to ride a bull?” Kajsa asked, apparently not understanding the reason Sam took the notebook away.
    “No,” said Sam. Stupid bucket list. She no longer wanted to ride a horse, have a fling, or learn how to make lemon meringue either. All she wanted to do was shut the car door and drive away.
    “What’s a bucket list?” Kajsa was relentless.
    “How about we talk about it later? I think your Uncle Mike is probably wondering what’s taking you so long.”
    “Oh, right.” That was all the reminder that Kajsa needed. She was out the door and gone in seconds, leaving the passenger door wide open.
    Sam gingerly touched her tender forehead as she stared at the door, willing it to close on its own.
    “Don’t worry. I’ll get that for you.” Colton didn’t give her a chance to argue. He quickly jogged around to the other side. Only instead of “getting” the door, he folded his tall body into Sam’s little car without even the brim of his hat touching the frame.
    How did he do that?
    Her notebook was off her lap and in his hands before she had a chance to react.
     

 
    Sam lunged for the notebook, but Colton held it out of her reach. “A summer bucket list, huh?” he read, looking it over.
    “Give that back.”
    “Hold your horses.”
    “I will not hold my horses.” She continued to fight for her notebook. Who was this guy, anyway? She made a mental note to never let him anywhere near her journal.
    “I’ve never made a bucket list before. This is interesting.”
    “ Now, Colton.”
    He didn’t obey. Instead he held it up, squinting against the morning sun as he continued to read. “Ride a horse, huh? I can give you a few lessons starting tomorrow if you want.” He glanced at her, brow raised in question.
    “What?” Sam stopped fighting and gaped at him instead. There was a gleam in his eyes that she couldn’t figure out. A hint of tease with a dollop of cockiness, topped with sprinkles of sincerity.
    “It says here you want to ride a horse before the summer’s out, and I can make that happen. So? Do you want a few lessons or not? Tomorrow morning works for me.”
    Sam had no words. “Um… sure?”
    “Great.” He returned his gaze to the list. “You should move bull riding to the