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Carly reached into the basket and scooped the baby up into her arms. “He has your nose.”

“He does not!”

“And his eyes are exactly the same blue as yours.”

“And hundreds of thousands of other people’s…”

“But he’s on your veranda.” Carly looked down at the baby. “Oh, dear. What if whoever left him doesn’t come back?” “I’m not keeping him!” “But he’s—”

“No, he’s not!” Piran insisted, as if, by repeating it often enough, he could convince himself that it was true. What in God’s name was he going to do with a baby?