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about my new job. And then of course I’ll have to beat it back to New York, after London...”
    “What’s in New York?” Mom asks.
    “Bex and Charlie’s wedding,” I tell her. “They’re having a tiny thing at her parents’ house. And guess who’s serving as the maid of honor?”
    “But of course,” Mom sighs.
    “I feel like I’m living in a punch line right now,” I muse, “A wedding, a funeral, and a secret baby...When it rains it pours, huh?”
    “If anyone can handle all of this, you can,” Mom says, as the ultrasound monitor hums peacefully beside us. “I’m just so sorry your father won’t be here to meet his grand baby. I hope you know that he would have supported you in this, too.”
    It’s a funny kind of family moment—me, my mom, and the sonogram—but one that I know I’ll treasure forever. This may not be the most conventional way to go about things, but what about my life has ever been anything close to conventional? 
    “I can do this,” I repeat, reassuring myself as much as anyone else. But even as I say it, I know in my heart that it’s true. I’ll have Harrison there by my side, after all. We managed to outfox a dangerous criminal and score a couple of F1 championships at the same time. This should be a breeze...right?
     

CHAPTER SIX

     
     
    I have to hold my cell away from my ear as Bex’s voice shrieks across the line.
    “Oh my god!” she gushes, “It’s really happening!”
    “Looks like,” I reply, smiling apologetically at my driver as we make our way through the city streets. I’m on my way to meet with the owners of Team Ferrelli before I bounce back to London to meet up with Harrison again.
    “Siena, if the whole wedding thing is going to be too much to deal with now, I totally understand,” Bex goes on.
    “Are you kidding?” I exclaim, “There’s no way I’m missing your wedding, Bex. Or stepping down as maid of honor. Your wedding is going to be classy and simple and perfect. And it helps that you’re doing it so quickly—it’s like an elopement that we all get to be there for! I’ll hardly even be through my first trimester!”
    I blush as the driver shoots me a quizzical look. All this pregnancy speak feels so strange on my tongue.
    “I can’t believe that my best friend is going to be a mom,” Bex sighs.
    “That makes two of us,” I tell her.
    “What did Harrison say when you told him?” she asks.
    “Um...Well...”
    “Siena,” Bex gasps, “You haven’t told Harrison that you’re pregnant yet?!”
    “It’s not exactly news you give on the phone, is it?” I counter. “Bex, we’re almost at the Ferrelli offices. I’ll call you once I get to London.”
    “OK,” she says, “Start thinking up good conversation segues for the ‘Surprise, I’m having your baby’ talk!”
    “You’re no help at all,” I mutter. We trade our goodbyes as the car rolls to a stop before a towering corporate monolith.
    I peer up through the car window, craning my neck to try and catch a glimpse of the building’s highest story. I know that I have no reason to be nervous, but I can’t help it. I’ve never interacted with Ferrelli’s owners on my own. I’ve always been at my dad or Enzo’s shoulder the whole time. But now, with my father’s decision to leave me his share of the team, it’s all me.
    Stepping out onto the sidewalk in my fiercest pencil skirt and blazer, I catch a glimpse of myself in the building’s reflective surface. I’ve swooped my curls up into a flawless bun and stepped into a pair of sleek black pumps. I look every inch the ballsy business woman. And as I make my way into the building, I begin to feel like it, too. This spot on Ferrelli is more than my birthright, I’ve earned it. I’ve been working my ass off as PR director for years, now, and doing a damn fine job—not to mention the fact that growing up I spent countless hours trackside. I’ve just got to remember those facts when I’m staring across some