In Broad Daylight

by Marie Ferrarella

  "She's beautiful," Janelle whispered. There were tears in her eyes as she looked up at her brother.

  "Why shouldn't she be?" Brian asked, laying his hand on his daughter's shoulder. "She's a Cavanaugh, isn't she?"

  Dax exchanged looks with his father, gratitude in his eyes. It didn't matter that the child his wife was holding hadn't had his blood at the very start; she had his heart now.

  Miss Elizabeth York Cavanaugh was family and, ultimately, that was all that mattered.

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