"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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