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Carin cleared her throat. Fear danced along her spine, but that was silly.What was there to be afraid of?

“You seem surprised to see me, Carin.”

“Yes. I—I am. What—what are you doing here?”

“Why, querida, I am here to see you, of course.” He glanced at the sleeping infant in his arms. “And to see your daughter.”

Carin’s gaze flew to the baby, then to him. “What are you doing with my baby?”

“Don’t you mean, what am I doing with our baby? That seems to be the consensus, querida, that this child is mine.”