Page 9 of Literally For Keeps
“Cold.”
“Would you rather be able to teleport or read minds?”
“How is this going to help us at Whidbey?”
“Trust me and answer.”
I rolled my eyes. “Teleport.”
“Would you rather be transported two hundred years into the future or two hundred years into the past?”
“The past.”
“Would you rather disappoint yourself or disappoint your family?”
“Myself. Obviously.”
This went on for twenty minutes with questions ranging from the bizarre to the intimate. Finally, I waved my hands and turned the tables on him.
Later that evening, as I lay in bed in my flamingo pajamas and stared at the blank pages of the notebook, I cringed that I hadn’t written anything down to study. But then I smiled. I still didn’t see how it would help us, but I did know that my fake husband would rather be ugly than stupid.
My eyes drifted closed.
As if either of those things were possible for Landon Novak.
