From a Wrong Turn to Mr. Right novel Chapter 276

Olivia Bennett stuck out her tongue and unbuckled her seatbelt. “I’m heading out.”

“Wait up,” Ethan Carter called after her.

She glanced over, a little puzzled. “What’s up?”

“Come here,” he said softly, his eyes warm and gentle, never leaving her face.

Olivia blinked in surprise, but leaned in. The next second, he pressed a quick kiss to her lips—soft, fleeting.

“If you need anything, just call me, okay?”

Her long dark lashes fluttered as she looked up at him, her eyes sparkling. She grinned. “I know.”

Ethan ruffled her hair. “Go on, your friend’s waiting.”

Olivia turned to look out the window.

Sure enough, just a little ways in front of the car stood a tall figure.

Even with a ballcap pulled low and a scarf covering half her face, Olivia recognized her immediately.

Nannie Bruce.

No more stalling. She shot Ethan a quick goodbye, hopped out, and shut the car door behind her.

Nannie was staring down at the pavement, lost in thought. But as Olivia’s footsteps drew closer, she looked up.

“Nannie!” Olivia called.

Nannie’s head came up just as Olivia reached her.

“What’s so interesting down there?” Olivia asked, peering at the bare sidewalk. There was nothing—just concrete, not even an ant.

Nannie looped her arm through Olivia’s. “You wouldn’t get it.”

Olivia smirked. “Oh, so mysterious.”

Nannie shook her head, sighing dramatically. “It’s not about the sidewalk. It’s about minding your own business, darling.”

Olivia eyed her, a slow smile dawning. So, Nannie hadn’t been lost or waiting for a sign—she’d already spotted Olivia.

“Yesterday,” Olivia replied. “I already had it short when we FaceTimed.”

Nannie thought for a second, completely shameless. “We barely talked! I didn’t notice. But it looks great.”

Olivia grinned. “I like it too.”

Nannie had reserved a cozy booth in a little bistro with calming green décor, the kind of place that felt like a warm hug.

She helped Olivia slide into the booth. “My goddaughter’s almost here, huh? Haven’t seen you in ages—you’ve grown so much.”

Last time, you couldn’t even tell under your clothes. Now, it was obvious.

“About two months to go,” Olivia said.

“That’s soon,” Nannie sighed. “Hope I’m not swamped at work and still in Boston when you go into labor.”

Olivia’s dark eyes softened, lips curving up. “Me too.”

“Don’t worry, even if I’m out of town, you call me when it’s time. I’ll drop everything and be there.”