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“Yep. That’s the plan, anyway,” I said as she exited the highway. “If I don’t, I imagine Christmas would be extremely awkward.” I could still hide the pregnancy for now, but by then, I’d be way too far along to keep it a secret. Not that I wanted to.

“I’m sure you don’t want to talk about Enzo,” she said, pulling onto her street. “But you’ll have to face him at some point.”

I scrunched up my face. “Do I, though?” I teased.

She laughed. “Pretty sure. You are having a child together.”

“Yeah.” I leaned my head back against the seat and watched the passing streetlights. “I know.”

I still couldn’t believe he was here. And man had he looked good. Even better than I’d remembered. His suit draped over his form as if it had been made for him, and considering the cut and the expensive fabric, I imagined it had been. His dark waves had me aching to touch them, and I was both pleased that he lived up to my memory of him and pissed that he somehow seemed even hotter still.

“The sooner, the better,” Juliana said, interrupting my thoughts. “You don’t want this hanging over you the rest of your pregnancy. Or at least, I don’t want that for you. I want you to enjoy it.”

“So do I,” I whispered. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“I know.” She placed her hand over mine as she pulled into her driveway. “And you deserve to be happy.”

I wanted to believe her, but I couldn’t see how it was possible. Because every time something good happened to me, something else ruined it. And I didn’t see why this would be any different.