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finally won her heart, and Maggie never wanted them to forget how important they were to each other. They’d fought a hard journey but she’d never seen a happier couple. Her brother finally discovered his happily ever after. He hadn’t let their screwed-up family life affect his future, and she was proud of him for taking the leap.
    At least one person in the family found peace.
    Maggie hugged her. “Enjoy your food, birthday girl, and don’t worry. I’ll go rescue him.” She took her time, expecting to find Michael nursing a Scotch, child-free. She climbed the winding staircase and padded quietly down the hall. A low laugh, then humming drifted in the air. She peeked her head around and took in the sight before her.
    Michael held Lily in his arms as he rocked her. He crooned a lullaby in Italian, and Maggie realized it was “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star.” Lily gazed up at him with sheer adoration, gurgling in time to the melody. The nursery added to the almost mystical quality of the scene, with large moons and stars painted on the ceiling, and bright yellow paint splashing the walls like the sun.
    Her heart stopped. A fierce longing shook through her core, and Maggie half closed her eyes in a battle to push away the emotional storm. He’d shed his jacket, which hung neatly on the back of a chair. Lily wore a different dress of yellow roses, her dainty tights and matching yellow shoes pristine and cleaned of drool. The scent of vanilla hung in the air.
    She swallowed hard and clenched her fists.
    He looked up.
    Their gazes met and locked. For a moment, a raw, lustful chemistry shot between them. Then it was gone, and Maggie wondered if she’d just imagined the look of want on his face. “What are you doing?” she asked sharply.
    He cocked his head at her accusation. “Singing.”
    She sighed with impatience and motioned toward the changing table. “I mean, the diaper. You changed her? And why is she wearing that?”
    He looked amused. “Of course I changed her, just as you asked, cara . Her dress was dirty, so I picked out a new one. Why do you look so surprised?”
    “Figured you were raised with that old-fashioned attitude. You know, men are leaders and don’t cook, clean, or do diapers.”
    Michael threw back his head and roared with laughter. Lily blinked, then babbled in response. “You haven’t met my mother. I grew up with three younger sisters. When a diaper needed changing it was my responsibility, and there was no game of pass-the-baby. I tried that once and paid dearly.”
    “Oh.” She leaned against the white bureau. “Is your family back in Italy?”
    “Yes. The original La Dolce Famiglia started in Bergamo, where we live. Then we expanded into Milan and have been quite successful. I decided to continue the tradition in America, and my sister runs the home base.”
    “What about your dad?”
    Naked emotion passed over his carved features. “My father passed on a few years ago.”
    “I’m sorry,” she said softly. “It sounds like you have a close family.”
    “ Si . I miss him every day.” He studied her with curiosity. “And what about you? I guess you never had to change a diaper?”
    She smiled and ignored the emptiness. “I had it made. Nick was older, so I had no younger siblings to worry about. Never had to lift a finger because we lived in a mansion with a maid, a cook, and a nanny. I was spoiled rotten.”
    A short silence descended. She shifted uncomfortably as he made no move to disguise his pointed gaze as he searched her face, looking for something she couldn’t understand. Finally, he spoke. “No, cara . I think you had it harder than most of us.”
    She refused to answer, hating the way he tried to get under her skin and figure things out. As if he already suspected more lurked beneath the surface. “Think what you like,” she said casually. “But stop calling me sweetheart.”
    He responded with a wicked wink as he took in her form-fitting metallic top. As