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bottom.”
    “Why?”
    “My father always says the only reason to ride a bull is to meet a nurse. Or a coffin. And from what I’ve seen, you don’t need help finding excuses to meet nurses. And a coffin—well, you’re still young.”
    Sam frowned. “I’m not typically so accident-prone.”
    But he’d already moved on and was squinting at the list again. “Have a summer fling.” He paused. “It’s a good thing you crossed off ‘with a cowboy.’”
    “Why?”
    He raised an eyebrow as though he couldn’t believe he had to explain. “Because cowboys don’t have flings. It’s all or nothing for us. For me, a fling would be like Kajsa first thought—throwing my summer away. What’s the point of a fling, anyway?”
    “I don’t know. Something to put on a bucket list, I guess.” Something to put on a bucket list? Sam groaned inwardly at herself. What was wrong with her? The purpose of a fling was to have a romantic adventure free from complications, entanglements, hurt feelings, and define-the-relationship talks. Simply put, it was for fun .
    Why couldn’t she have said that instead? Apparently a man who adopted wild horses, didn’t do flings, and looked way too good in a cowboy hat had turned Sam’s mind into a black hole.
    At least “Something to put on a bucket list” was more than one-word answer. She gave herself credit for that.
    “ Run a triathlon?” Colton had returned to her list. “Isn’t biking and swimming involved as well? I mean, you can’t exactly run in a pool or on a bike.”
    “Give me that.” Sam reached for her list, only to be denied. Again.
    “Skydiving?” He whistled. “Do you have a death wish or something?”
    Sam dropped her head against the back of the headrest and folded her arms. “I like to think of it as an adventurous spirit.”
    “You’re really prepared to jump out of a plane in the spirit of adventure?”
    “Yes.”
    “What if your chute doesn’t open?”
    “I’ll die a quick death and leave the rest of my bucket list to you in my will.”
    “Then it will probably remain unfinished, since apparently I don’t have an adventurous spirit.”
    “You wouldn’t jump out of a plane on my behalf?”
    “I wouldn’t jump out of a plane on anyone’s behalf—not that I’d need to since you would have already done it.”
    Sam shifted positions, wishing she’d never written the stupid list. All she wanted to do was drive home and soak her body in a warm bath.
    “You really want to learn to waltz?” he asked.
    “What’s wrong with that? As far as I know, nobody has ever died from waltzing.”
    “Nope, just the boredom of it.”
    “Can you please hurry and finish reading so I can leave?” she grumbled.
    “Donate blood. I approve of that one.”
    “How kind.”
    “Create an ice sculpture?” He shook his head in a poor-naïve-you sort of way. “You know they use chainsaws to do that, right?”
    Sam wasn’t naïve, she didn’t have a death wish, and if she wanted to make an ice sculpture, she would. “The bigger the chainsaw, the better.”
    He chuckled and returned to the list. “Learn how to make a to-die-for lemon meringue pie. That sounds good. I volunteer to be your taste-tester.”
    “Only if you agree to jump out of an airplane with me.”
    “Not happening.”
    “Then I’ll ask Kajsa to taste-test for me. She’ll probably be less critical anyway.”
    “It’s called being honest.” Back to the list. “See a moose in the wild. Find the perfect mascara. And… who the heck is Hugh Sheridan?”
    “Only the most dreamy Australian actor/singer ever.”
    He nodded. “It’s a good thing you crossed that off as well. Your chances of meeting him are probably about as good as surviving skydiving and bull riding.”
    “Gee thanks.”
    “Sleep under the stars—that’s a good one. But dye your hair purple?” He shot her a look that said, Are you insane?
    “Only for a week.”
    “But I like it blonde.”
    “I didn’t ask what you