Page 112 of The Nanny and the Heartthrob

“What’s your plan?”

“Shit,” he whispered, then headed toward the door alongside her. “Mitzi,” he called over his shoulder.

“I’ll take care of the bonbons. Don’t worry. Just get up to Tomás and Bess’s place in one piece,” the manager replied.

Having a manager really came in handy.

She looked over her shoulder again and caught Mitzi’s eye. The woman tossed her a furtive wink before heading toward the gawking bakers.

Landon whipped open the door. They charged into the alleyway, then came to a screeching halt.

She gasped and almost dropped the tray. “It’s…”

“A brown Lamborghini Urus?” Landon supplied.

“Candy Pearl Brown Sugar, to be exact. The dealership said it was a custom job,” Madelyn offered from the doorway. “And Landon?”

“Yeah?”

“While your wife was stealing chocolates, I made a call and had my people add her to your car insurance.”

“Thanks, Madelyn,” she called, then gestured with her chin toward the sexiest brown car she’d ever laid eyes on. “I can drive if you want to hold the bonbons, since it’s all official.”

“There’s no way you’re driving,” Landon said under his breath, shaking his head. He pressed the fob and unlocked the doors.

“I didn’t even think people had brown cars on purpose anymore,” she remarked as Landon opened the passenger door. “It is the nicest brown I’ve ever seen. Shiny, like…” She looked down at the chocolate shells. “That’s weird.”

“Harper,” he lamented as she slid onto the sumptuous leather seat.

“Okay, I get it. I’ll cut the bonbon talk.”

He shut her door, jogged around to the driver’s side, and got in.

She maneuvered the giant tray and fastened her seat belt.

And they were off.

She glanced at Landon as they headed down the alley. With the bonbons balanced on her legs, she sat back and deflated into the seat.

What a day, and it wasn’t even over.

The hum of the luxury tires meeting the road lulled them into a tense silence. Frustration and worry rolled off her dare-match husband in choppy waves. She stared out the window as they merged onto the highway and drove west out of the city toward the foothills. After at least twenty minutes of sitting in silence, she slid her gaze from the road and studied her husband’s profile. A muscle ticked in his jaw as the setting sun had him looking moreheartthrobbythan ever. She couldn’t fixate on his chiseled features. But she also couldn’t help noticing the guy was crazy tense. He’d grind his molars to dust if he didn’t relax. She was about to suggest he take a breath—Libby would be so proud of her—when a glint of light caught her eye.

His wedding ring.

She peered down at her rings, and a surge of anxiety hit her system.

What would she say to Landon’s foster parents and Aria?

Had they seen the video?

Aria had been taken aback by the video call, that much she could deduce, and Phoebe had thrown the little girl for a loop when she dished out the whole nanny-aunt situation.

Landon must not have told his family about her. She couldn’t blame him. She hadn’t told a soul about them either. But everything was different now. They had to figure out how they would navigate the next sixty days.

And what happened after that?

No one had mentioned it, but divorce had to be on the table.

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