It shouldn’t be that hard, she had been telling herself all week. Adrian was handsome, talented, honorable, kind. So why did every nerve in her body rebel at the thought of faking attraction to him? Of flirting with him, merely for the sake of flirting? Of pretending to be interested?
The answer was thrown back in her face, and she fidgeted with her bracelet.
Because maybe it wouldn’t be fake.
And to discover that she actually liked him, against all her better judgment, would cost far too much.