Lana
It was ridiculous. Completely ridiculous.
He was Logan’s brother, for crying out loud. Logan’s twin. Every time I looked at Landon, there was that faint, sharp stab of déjà vu; the same jawline, the same deep voice, but then he would smile, and it wasn’t Logan’s smile at all. It was rougher and sadder, but somehow, more attractive. Imagine when those left his smile, just how much more attractive it would be.
And the way he looked at me sometimes… God, I needed to stop thinking about this.
“So,” Raina said, pulling a cream dress off a hanger and holding it up to me. “What about this one?”
I blinked. The color was soft, the kind of shade you would expect on someone who didn’t spend half her night trying out new recipes in sweatpants. “It’s… pretty.”
“Yeah, let's look for another.
