“Can you hold her while I nip to the ladies’ room?” The woman in front of me is one of his cousins, all dark hair and green eyes and very much a Carrero DNA candidate, and I blush to the roots of my hair. Embarrassed to have been caught off my social game. The thing she is holding out to me is a little tiny human baby wrapped in a blanket, blinking at me expectedly, and I instantly stop breathing.

I freeze, eyes widening in shocked disbelief that someone would hand me one of ...