They are clearly on the track to some romance, only to be separated after they get off their flight thanks to stupid airport security. He helps her with her claustrophobia during their flight, and they talk all night and have some adorable sexual tension laden moments. Turns out, he’s sitting next to her on her new, rescheduled flight to London, and he’s a good-looking Brit (don’t you love when that happens?). She misses her flight and has the usual unpleasant interactions with strangers in the airport when she meets Oliver, a boy her age that is willing to extend some much-needed kindness her way. Hadley is on a flight to London to be in her father’s wedding to her new British stepmother whom she’s never met. My pragmatic and romantic sides are constantly battling each other, and this book is a good example of that. Love is more than just liking how someone looks or feeling a spark during eye contact (I have learned this the hard way before). I used to argue vehemently about how love at first sight was an urban myth. It’s a mouthful, like, I even have trouble typing it, but the title grabbed my interest.
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