Page 110 of The Nanny and the Heartthrob

Landon looked at her like she’d blathered gibberish. He checked his watch and shook his head. “I can’t chance getting stuck on the side of the road. This is too important.”

“You could have just said that,” she mumbled when Madelyn pulled a key fob from her handbag.

“Take the Lamborghini Urus.”

The nanny car.

And heaven help her. She couldn’t stop her stupid pulse from kicking up. The Lamborghini Urus was a sweet nanny-gig perk—not that she was anyone’s nanny. Still, one by one, she’d looked on as her friends inherited a nanny credit card with a hella crazy limit, along with a swank SUV. As much as she believed in blazing her own trail, she couldn’t deny that doing it in a car with consistent air-conditioning and squeaky-clean cupholders beat roasting in a sticky, lollipop-encrusted heap of metal.

Landon turned his attention to Madelyn. “Isn’t that the vehicle for the nanny?”

“It is,” she offered with a nonchalant little shrug. “I drove it here. I’m parked out back. I planned on returning it to the dealership since your situation has changed. However, you require a reliable car, and you’ve already paid the lease.” She waved the fob like a hypnotist.

Harper forced herself to pull her attention from the fancy Lambo key.

Stop drooling over a key! It opened a car, not a magic room with unlimited bonbons.

“I haven’t seen the car yet,” Landon stammered, staring at the shiny thing. The man looked almost as mesmerized by the bit of metal as she was.

Madelyn rested the fob on her palm like the snake offering up an apple in the Garden of Eden. “Now’s your chance.”

Damn, that fob could glimmer.

She stared at the miniature metallic mass—that elusive nanny Lamborghini Urus key fob emblazoned with a golden Lamborghini bull. She’d be lying if she said she hadn’t been green with envy when she watched her besties pull up in the ritzy SUV.

“I’ll drive the Lamborghini,” she said, trying to play it off like people offered her Italian luxury cars every day and twice on Sundays.

Madelyn flashed her smirk of a smile and handed over the key.

“It really fits nicely in the palm of your hand,” Harper remarked as Landon looked at her like she’d lost her mind.

“You’re not coming with me,” he barked.

Who did he think he was dealing with?

She lifted her chin. “I am.”

“This is serious.”

Um…yes, she knew that. She wasn’t a moron.

“I get it, Landon. I was a kid once—a kid who ran away a time or two. I can provide insight.”

He stared at the ceiling. “Jesus, Harper, this is not the time to act like—”

“Like what?”

He removed his hat and raked his hand through that thick mass of perfect pop star hair. “Like you! Pushy, aggressive, and bullheaded.”

She puffed up like a peacock. “FYI, heartthrob, those are my best qualities, and see this bull?” She held up the fob. “We’re one and the same. These bulls are a pair. Wherever it goes, I go.”

Boom.

He placed the cap back on his head, then pinned her with his gaze. “You won’t let up until I agree to bring you along, will you?”

The corners of her lips curled into the hint of a self-satisfied grin. “You’re just now figuring this out about me?”

He exhaled a sharp breath. “All right, you can come. But I’m driving,”

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