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How could she keep denying him when he was looking at her like that? When he was telling her how much she meant to him? She didn’t want to hide anymore either. She wanted to tell the world she was in love with Will, because she was.Hopelesslyin love with him. What she had with him was worth whatever she had to face. The time for fear was over.
“Okay, when we get back, I’ll tell my dad.”
He grinned, pulling out his phone and holding it up to her. “Hang on. Say that again so I can record it as proof.”
“I can take one of both of you, if you want.” They turned to look at the smiling older woman who’d been passing by.
Will looked at her in question.
Mira took a deep breath. “That would be great. Thanks.”
Will handed the woman his phone and slipped his arm around her shoulders. After the woman had left, Will showed her the photo. She stared down at the glowing screen, at their faces pressed together and their wide smiles, with his arm around her and the sunset over the harbor and the Manhattan skyline behind them. They both looked so happy, just a guy and a girl out having fun. Just a guy and a girl, falling in love.
35
Monza,Italy
“Mira, what’s this dinner you’ve got me scheduled for on Sunday night?” Her father was staring at the calendar on his phone in confusion.
Mira froze, turning to face him. “Um, that’s with me, actually.”
His eyebrows furrowed together. “You?”
“I’ve got something I need to discuss with you.”
Will.She was going to tell him all about Will.
She’d returned from New York head over heels for Will and ready to tell her father all about it. But in the chaos of packing the team and traveling to Italy after the break, there simply hadn’t been a good moment. It wasn’t fair to distract her father or Will with a bunch of personal drama in the run-up to a race.
But by Sunday night, the race would be over and she’d tell him everything. She’d considered bringing Will along for the dinner, but that was probably too much, too fast. She’d tell her dad about them herself and give him a minute to adjust to the idea before he saw Will again. Once he had a little time to process it, she was sure he’d be okay with it. After all, Will was on track to win the world championship. Her dadlovedWill.
“You’re with me all day long, Mira. What do you need to talk about?”
“Not before the race. I don’t want to distract you.”
“You’re worrying me.”
She leaned up to kiss his cheek. “It’s nothing to be worried about, I promise. All good news. But it can wait until after the race, okay?”
He smiled and shook his head. “Whatever you say. Actually, I’ve got to get over to the race bay—”
She laughed. “See? Go. I’ll catch up with you in the pit lane.”
Once he’d gone, she checked her phone. If she hurried, she could make it over to Will’s motor home and wish him luck before he had to get ready for qualifying.
But inside, he was nowhere to be seen. Now she wouldn’t see him until after he’d run qualifying and finished up his strategy meeting with Tae, Harry, and her dad. She fired off a good-luck text to him as she clattered back down the motor home steps, so she didn’t see who was waiting for her there until she nearly ran into him.
“I thought that was you.”
Brody. Wearing his green race suit, arms crossed casually over his chest, he was leaning against the side of Will’s motor home and grinning down at her in a way that sent a pang of dread straight through her. He’d always deployed that boyish grin with such ruthless effectiveness. The years had been kind to him and probably always would be. Those tiny laugh lines around his eyes lent his face a sort of open friendliness that probably came in handy. He wore his reddish blond hair a little long, giving him a windblown surfer look he could still pull off. It made him look younger than he was, and Brody had never looked—or acted—his age.
