(I didn't mean to take over a week to finally review this. Blame the holidays.) 
 It's the mother sister of all "what exactly does he see in her?" stories. 
 One of these days, I'm going to find a book where the hero just straight-up admits that he found the heroine "sexy as hell." I can buy that. I can buy insta-lust. What I can't buy is the hero being intrigued for no apparent reason. 
 SHE RAN HIM OFF THE ROAD WHILE HE WAS ON HIS MOTORCYCLE AND HE WAS INSTANTLY HOOKED. 
 Does this even make sense to anyone? 
 So you'd think...okay, maybe this Maddie chick will do something spectacular to make up for her carelessness of running this guy off the road. 
 1. She almost didn't stop after running him off the road. 
 2. She had potato chips all over her shirt. 
 3. She lied about being on the phone while driving. 
 4. The next time she saw him, she was being a klutz...as well as the time after that. Because, you know, almost knocking someone's bike over is sexxxay. So is falling on your ass. 
 Yeah, this chick's a winner. 
 GTFO of here. Really? 
 Maybe it wouldn't have been so bad if the hero wasn't drop-dead gorgeous. And a bartender. And a handyman. And the mayor. And filled every single job in the town, single-handedly making every woman want him. So naturally, he picks careless-driving, potato-chip-wearing, ass-falling, klutzy girl. 
 JUST ADMIT ALREADY THAT YOU THOUGHT SHE HAD NICE BOOBS AND YOU WANTED TO TAP THAT. Because I didn't find Maddie to be charming or cute in any way. 
 And...the author's version of comedy (at least I hope that's what it was) was putting the heroine on a washer/dryer to uh...relieve herself. While the hero walks in. 
 Womp womp.