Sandra Marton - The Alvares Bride

“Carin,” her mother said, “oh, sweetie!”

And then Marta’s arms were around her. Carin wept and clung to her as the others crowded around. Jonas was there, and Amanda, even her stepbrother, Slade, and his wife, Lara…

But not Rafe. Of course not. He’d only been a dream.

Hands patted her shoulders, touched her hair. Her mother’s light scent enveloped her; she felt her sister’s tears as their cheeks brushed.

“That’s my girl,” Marta said, and made a sound that straddled the line between laughter and tears. “Oh, darling, it’s so good to see you awake. How do you feel? Are you in pain? Lara, please, would you go get the nurse?”

“Of course,” Lara Baron said, and blew a kiss before hurrying off.

“Tell me about my baby,” Carin begged. “Mandy? Is she all right?”

“She’s fine.” Amanda sat down on the edge of the bed and clasped her hand. “And she’s beautiful.”

Carin fell back against the pillows. Tears rose in her eyes and she laughed and rubbed them away with her knuckles.

“I want to know everything. Is she big? What color is her hair? What does she weigh?”

“She’s seven pounds, five ounces and twenty-one inches long, and she has a head full of midnight-black curls. Oh, Sis, she’s perfect.”

Carin squeezed her sister’s hand. “I want to see her.”

“And you will, darling.” Marta embraced Carin again. “In just a little while, I promise. Let’s have the doctor take a look at you first, hmm?”

“I don’t need the doctor.”

“You’re probably right, but it won’t hurt to let him see you, will it?” Marta pulled a lace-trimmed hankie from her purse and dabbed at her eyes. “He said—he said he was sure the crisis was over and you’d be fine, but we were all—we were…”

Her voice broke. Jonas put his hand on his wife’s shoulder, patted it clumsily and smiled at Carin.

“You sure did give us a bad time for a while there, missy.”

“Did I?” She shook her head. “I don’t—I don’t remember very much.”

“No. I don’t suppose you would. Never mind. All that matters is that everything’s fine, now.”

“Where is my baby? Is she in the nursery?”

“Uh-huh.” Amanda grinned. “And she’s making all the other little girls look homely by comparison.”

“Amanda’s right.” Marta smiled as she stroked Carin’s hair back from her temples. “She looks just like you, darling. Well, except for her mouth. I suppose she has her father’s…” Everyone looked at Marta, who colored. “I mean, she’s gorgeous.”

Carin sighed. “I’ll bet she is.” She looked past her mother, at Slade, and smiled. “What are you doing here?”

“Well, Lara and I had nothin’ better to do…” He grinned. “Boston’s only a hop, skip, and jump away, honey. We figured we’d come down and wait for you to open your eyes.”

“That was sweet of you.”

“Heck, the Barons are nothin’ if not sweet.” He walked to the other side of the bed and took her hand. “Travis, Tyler and Gage all send their love.”

“Give mine to them, please, when you talk to them.”

“And,” Amanda said, “my Nicholas will be by, in a little while.” Tears rose in her eyes and she brushed them away. “You gave us a real scare, Sis.”

“Well, I didn’t mean to,” Carin said, and smiled. She let her head fall back against the pillows and her smile faded. “I’m sorry I put you through all of this.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry about,” Marta said. “I just wish you’d come to stay with us at Espada, months ago…” She cleared her throat. “Well, that’s all water under the bridge. The important thing is that you’ve come through this, and that you have a healthy baby.”

Carin nodded. “I just wish…” She swallowed past the sudden lump in her throat. “I wish it could have been different. That—that I hadn’t disappointed all of you.”

“Nonsense, darling. Who could be disappointed at having a new little person in our family?”

“I told her the same thing, Mother.” Amanda looked up as Lara came into the room. “Doctor’s coming,” she mouthed, and Amanda nodded. “I said we’d all be in this with her, that she didn’t have to face it by herself.”

“Damn right,” Slade growled. “Whatever happened to the idea of Responsibility, with a capital R?” Lara shot him a warning look and he frowned. “Well, hell, it’s the truth, Sugar, isn’t it? If Carin had told us, right off, one of us Barons—hell, all of us—would have gone down there to Brazil and—”

“Brazil?” Carin struggled up against the pillows. “What do you mean, you’d have gone to Brazil?” Her eyes flashed to her sister. “I never told you about—about anything.”

Amanda cleared her throat. “Uh, no. No, you didn’t. Not—not at first.”

“Not at first? Not ever. You asked and asked and asked, but I never said—”

“Actually, you did.” Amanda hesitated. “Look, why don’t we discuss this another time? When you’re feeling stronger.”

“I feel strong enough now. What do you mean, ‘actually’ I did?”

“You were groggy, Sis. And you—you called for him. For Raphael Alvares.”

Carin turned pale. “And you told everyone else? Oh, Mandy, why? Why did you do that?”

“I didn’t tell anyone. Well, only Nick, but—”

“Then, how does Slade know?”

“He just—he just knows,” Amanda said, and shot Slade a look.

“He knows, because you told him. And what for? I certainly don’t want any of you hustling off to Brazil to tell Rafe that he—he fathered my child.”

“Well,” Jonas said, “fact is, nobody has to do that, ’cause—”

“The fact is that no one will,” Marta said. Jonas snorted, and she cleared her throat. “Go to Brazil, I mean.”

“I hope not. Raphael Alvares is the last man I want to see.”

“Sweetie,” Marta said gently, “you don’t mean that.”

“I mean every word.”

“Maybe now’s not the best time to make decisions,” Jonas said. “You might want to think about things. And your baby’s got a stake in this, missy.” He ran a finger around the inside of his shirt collar. “Maybe I learned it a little late but a kid’s got the right to grow up knowin’ who his…who her father is.”

“Look,” Carin said wearily, “I know you all mean well, that you want to protect me and my daughter, but you have to understand, I did the right thing. Things were different for you and Tyler, Jonas—”

“Things are always different,” Slade said gruffly. “But a man’s entitled to know he’s a father, and to tell you how he feels about it. A woman denies him that right, he might do anything to claim his—”

“Slade, for heaven’s sakes!” Marta glared at her stepson. “Must we discuss this now?”

“You’re right.” He took a deep breath. “Carin, honey, I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s okay. I know you’re worried about me but trust me, this is—it’s different than it was for you, Jonas, or for you, Slade…”

“Yeah, sure.” Slade hesitated, then bent down and pressed his lips to Carin’s forehead. “Just keep something in mind,” he said softly. “Men aren’t always the enemy, kid.”

“I know.” She smiled, took his hand and brought it to her cheek. “I can think of a few who might even qualify as good guys.”

But not Raphael Alvares. She couldn’t imagine anyone thinking of him as a good guy. Still, he was the kind of man Slade had described, one who’d do whatever it took to get what he wanted. As little as she knew about Rafe, she was certain he’d move heaven and earth to claim a thing, if he wanted it badly enough.

He hadn’t wanted her.