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falling asleep in her arms. “And Soleil.”
    “Marisol,” he said abruptly.
    She blinked. “What?”
    “Marisol. It’s a classic Spanish name. A blend of your favorite name—Soleil—and my aunt’s name. María.”
    Callie licked her lips. “Marisol,” she tried. She didn’t hate it. She tried again, “Marisol … Cruz.”
    “Marisol Samantha Cruz,” he said softly.
    She looked up, her eyes wide with shock. “After my sister?”
    “She brought our family together.”
    “Sami betrayed me!”
    “She’s family. You will forgive her.” He looked down at her. “We both know you will.”
    Callie stared at him in consternation. No. No way! She’d never forgive her sister for going behind her back and telling Eduardo about the baby—never!
    And yet …
    How could she be angry at Sami for betraying her, when telling Eduardo the truth had been the right thing to do? Even if Sami’s motives hadn’t been totally pure. A tremble went through Callie. Even if her sister’s motivation had only been because she was in love with Brandon.
    Sami was in love with Brandon
. Callie had to face it. For years, she’d seen the way Sami hung on Brandon’s every word, but she’d told herself it couldn’t possibly be serious. Her sister had a crush. Puppy love. Callie hadn’t seen the truth. She doubted Brandon did, either. They’d never noticed Sami’s devoted, anguished love, right in front of their very eyes.
    But Brandon deserved to be loved like that, as every husband wanted to be loved by his wife. Callie had beenselfish to accept his proposal, to think, even for an instant, that friendship would be enough for a marriage. How could she have even thought of allowing him to make that sacrifice? A sob escaped her throat. She’d very nearly ruined so many lives.
    Looking down, Eduardo put his hand gently on her shoulder.
    “I’ve heard you talk about your little sister for years,” he said quietly. “You send her gifts, write her letters. You’re putting her through college. We both know you’re going to forgive her.”
    Callie looked up at him, blinking back tears. “You’re right,” she whispered. “I was so angry at her. But she didn’t do anything wrong.” She closed her eyes. “It was all me.”
    Silence fell. When she opened her eyes, Eduardo’s forehead was furrowed, as if he couldn’t understand her. Their eyes met, and she felt that strange tugging at her heart. With an intake of breath, she turned away. “Fine.”
    “Fine?”
    “Her middle name can be Samantha.” Callie touched her baby’s plump, soft cheek. “Marisol Samantha Cruz.”
    “I don’t believe it.” A ghost of a smile lifted the corners of Eduardo’s lips. “Are we in agreement? I can fill out the birth certificate?”
    Looking up at him, she smiled back. “Yup.”
    “Wonders never cease.” For a long moment, their eyes met in the soft light of the nursery, with their baby slumbering between them. Then clearing his throat, he glanced at his platinum watch. “It’s nearly ten. You must be starving.”
    “Not really …” As if on cue, her stomach growled. “I guess I am.”
    “I’ll make you something.”
    “You? You’ll cook?” she said faintly.
    She must have sounded dubious, because Eduardo smiled. “I am not completely helpless.”
    “You must have changed a lot in the last nine months. The man I knew could barely find his own kitchen.” She shook her head with a snort. “I’m amazed you even survived without me.”
    He looked at her.
    “It wasn’t easy,” he said gruffly. Turning, he paused at the door. “Come down when you are ready.”
    Callie stared at the empty doorway, bewildered at this friendlier mood between them. Looking down at her sleeping newborn, she rocked back and forth in the soft cushioned glider, cuddling her close. She gazed in wonder at her downy dark hair. Her daughter had Callie’s snub little nose and round face, with her father’s dark coloring and olive-colored skin.