Page 160 of The Nanny and the Heartthrob

And she knew he was thinking the same thing she was.

They hadn’t discussed what they would say about their situation. They hadn’t had much time to chat between all the sex and working their hardest to be decent parental figures.

Libby pegged Landon with her gaze. “We stopped by your place in Crystal Hills last night on our way back from Rickety Rock to say hello, but you guys must have been out.”

If anybody could read the situation, it was their resident metaphysical yogi, Libby Lamb.

“You had a bunch of flyers and leaflets stuck to your door, and we tossed them in the bin for you,” Raz added with a curious lilt to his voice.

She hadn’t mentioned the living situation to her girls, and from the looks of it, Landon hadn’t said anything either.

But in her defense, no one had asked—specifically.

“We’re not living in Crystal Hills,” Landon replied.

Raz shared a look with the others. “Where are you living?”

Here comes the onslaught of questions.

“We’re staying at my place,” she answered.

Charlotte cocked her head to the side. “At Babs’ house?”

“Why not? She’s out of town for the next several weeks, and Aria wasn’t keen on moving into Landon’s place, so I offered my home. A totally reasonable living accommodation because we are…”

“Taking complete advantage of marital benefits,” Landon blurted.

Dammit.

She threw WTF eye daggers at the man.

“I mean, we’re married,” he corrected. “Yep, you know the story. I got double-dog dared, so I put a ring on it,” he added and held up her left hand like she was a prize-fighter to show off the gargantuan diamond. “And now, like my wife said, we’re living at her place. What’s mine is hers, and what’s hers is mine. Yeah, that’s it.”

Where was a roll of duct tape when a gal needed it?

“You guys are really doing the marriage thing?” Mitch asked. “Like for real?”

She shared another look with Landon and shrugged. After his word salad of a reply, there was no sense in lying about their situation.

“The day of the housewarming, we agreed to cohabitate for the next sixty days,” she replied.

“Isn’t that interesting? That’s the same amount of time as the nanny match trial period.” Charlotte shared a look with the girls.

Of course, her friends would make the connection. But she had to set the record straight.

“I’m not his nanny. We’re helping each other with our personal and professional lives. It’s a purely practical agreement.”

“Are you guys working on music together?” Penny asked.

Landon tensed. She could feel the anxiety rolling off the guy.

“Not that Landon needs any help,” she began, “but if he did require a pianist, I’ve offered to lend a hand, and of course, I’m helping care for Aria.”

“Harper is quite a musician,” her husband added. “I’m lucky she’s agreed to work with me.”

Did he mean it?

“You’re writing songs again, H!” Libby exclaimed with a little clap. “That’s wonderful!”

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