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Oh shit!
She blocked the sun and craned her neck to get a better look at the glasses.
There it was—a tiny camera lens built into the bridge above his nose.
Her heart hammered. “Did you film us…”
“Sucking face?” Tanner supplied.
“Yeah.”
“Not on purpose. When most people pull into their driveway, they get out of the car. They don’t get freaky and—”
“Okay, man, we get it,” Landon said, cutting off Tanner’s commentary.
Welp, the world had watched a shirtless Landon Paige wed her in nothing but his T-shirt and a pair of boots. As far as the media was concerned, getting caught making out in a Lambo wasn’t that big a deal.
“If you wouldn’t mind exiting the vehicle,” Mr. Sweet said, checking his watch. “We don’t have much time until you’re due to present your baked goods at the first challenge.”
Then it clicked.
This was it. This was part one of the opportunity to make fifty large for Babs, and she needed to bring her A game ASAP.
She grabbed Landon’s hat, plopped it on his head, and shimmied off his lap. “Are you ready?”
“Do we have a choice?” he tossed back.
“Good point.” She grabbed her tote, scrambled out of the car, and smoothed her skirt, which didn’t release the mega-make-out wrinkles.
No bother. She might be commando, but at least she’d showered that morning. That had to be a good omen.
She brushed her hair over her shoulders.
It was go-time.
She had to play the part. She had to be the baker.
She needed to harness the energy of Katrina and the Waves’ hit “Walking on Sunshine” but make it the baking version.
She replayed the song’s peppy tempo and upbeat lyrics in her head.
Yes, this was the vibe.
She grinned like an idiot and directed her attention to the sunglasses’ camera. “Right this way,” she crooned and gestured toward the house. “We’re walking on sunshine and ready to rock this baking challenge.” She glanced at Landon. “Was that too much? Am I laying it on too thick?”
He chuckled. “I’m good with the ‘Walking on Sunshine’ shout-out, but it doesn’t matter now, bonbon.”
“Why not?”
He gestured toward Tanner. “This is a livestream event, emphasis onlive.”
She stared into the sunglasses’ cam. “Shit,” she hissed, then gasped. “I mean, whoops-a-daisy, not shit. Shit is a bad word.”
Pull yourself together, woman.
Like a deranged realtor, she led everyone to the backdoor and welcomed Schuman and Tanner into the kitchen as Landon shut the door and mouthed, “What are you doing?”
She was going with the flow.
