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the length of Ms. Ellis’s employment.”
    â€œI was just thinking we wouldn’t need a nanny anymore once Quentin and I are married,” Chloe said.
    Estelle chuckled. “Yes, well, that may be true, but the children may be off and married themselves before that happens. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”
    â€œI’m just speaking those things that are not, as if they are. Isn’t that a Scripture, Ms. Montana?”
    Montana wanted to say, “Now if you had to ask, maybe you shouldn’t quote it.” But she did not.
    She said, “It is. It’s about faith.”
    â€œAnd I’ve got lots of that! And patience,” Chloe said.
    â€œYes,” Quentin said. “The patience of Job.”
    Quentin gave Montana a look that was on the verge of amusement but didn’t quite make it there. She assumed he was teasing Chloe, but the joke seemed to go right over her head.
    Estelle said, “Welcome, Montana. Let’s get you settled in.”
    Montana happily followed Estelle out of the parlor. There was too much tension in there, and she wanted to be as far away from that as possible.
    When they were upstairs in the hall, Estelle said, “So are you ready for this adventure?”
    Montana smiled eagerly. “I am so looking forward to getting to know the entire family.”
    Especially Quentin.

CHAPTER 8
    â€œW hat was all that about?” Quentin asked as he floored the gas pedal in his drop-top red Benz. He was driving like he was angry.
    â€œWhat was all what about?”
    Chloe answered his question with a question in an attempt to stall. She didn’t know why she’d introduced herself to that nanny as Quentin’s future wife. The words had just fallen out of her mouth before she could stop them. There was something about that girl that had immediately caused her antennae to rise. Maybe it was her vixen-like curves, or maybe it was the way Quentin’s kids were falling all over her like a bunch of lost puppies. Or perhaps it was the fact that Estelle seemed to like Montana.
    All of it added up to the nanny being a threat.
    â€œFuture wife, Chloe? Where’d that come from?”
    Chloe cleared her throat, knowing she’d have to give an answer. “Well . . . one day, right? Aren’t you ever planning on getting remarried?”
    â€œI mean . . . I don’t know. I haven’t thought about it too much. Are you unhappy with me? I thought we were having fun.”
    â€œWe are! I enjoy our time together.”
    â€œThen what is it?”
    â€œSometimes I think about getting old, you know? We’re young now, but I don’t know. Maybe I think our fun might have an expiration date. And then what’s going to happen to me?”
    There was a long, uncomfortable silence, as if Quentin was carefully choosing his words before responding. Chloe felt a twinge in the pit of her stomach. This wasn’t good.
    â€œLook, I’m not in a hurry to get to the altar, Quentin,” Chloe said when Quentin’s pause went on for too long. “I guess I just saw that curvy nanny and got jealous that she’s going to be under your roof and I’m not.”
    Quentin squeezed Chloe’s hand. “Don’t be jealous, Chloe. I had nothing to do with hiring her, and if anyone has an expiration date, it’s her. My kids are going to grow up soon.”
    Chloe smiled, and Quentin kissed her hand.
    â€œWhat matters most,” Quentin continued, “is that we’re still having a great time. I thank you for making these past five years bearable.”
    Chloe’s heart warmed at Quentin’s words. He’d never acknowledged that she’d stood in the gap for him all this time, during his grieving. She wondered if he’d ever move past it. She wondered if there would ever be a place in his heart for her.
    â€œYou’re welcome.”
    Quentin let go of her hand. “All right, then. I feel