It was just the circumstances. Like Stockholm syndrome—only not, because he wasn’t my captor. Was there a term for someone developing feelings for the person they were only pretending to be in a relationship with?
Yeah, it’s called stupidity.
No, no, no. Hormones.
I snapped my fingers. Of course! These feelings weren’t real. They were simple chemistry. Attraction mixed with the fact I hadn’t been in a relationship for years. Loneliness and pheromones. My brain tricking me into considering the possibility that this little game of “family” could be more than something we play at for a few days.
But I really, really didn’t want Landon to know that I needed that straightjacket more than he already thought I did. So I really, really needed Plan B: Avoid Landon Novak to work.
Claire turned to Noah as Landon handed her off. She reached her arms up and wrapped them around Noah’s neck, bringing his head down so their lips met in a sweet kiss.
But I couldn’t forget Plan A: Give the Abrams No Reason Not to Bless Noah and Claire’s Engagement.
Why did I have a sinking feeling that those two plans were not going to play nicely together?
