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Sam O’Donovan. I want some answers.”
    “Answers about what?” Roy said.
    “About my son. Where the hell is my son?”
    Carrie’s pretty face, so like Sydney’s, whitened. “Roy—”
    “I’ll take care of this, Carrie.” He turned to Sam. “Come with me, and we’ll talk.”
    “No,” Carrie said, “I’m coming with you.”
    “You stay here.”
    “No, damnit. I’m coming with you.” She stood up and lifted her son into her arms. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”
    Finding a quiet place to talk was nearly impossible, but they found a spot where the noise wasn’t so loud. Carrie sat down on a bench with Duke, and Roy took Sam around a corner and lowered his voice.
    “Now, young man, what’s this about?”
    “Your future son-in-law, Rod Kyle, came by with some news today. It seems Sydney had a baby five years ago.”
    He didn’t seem surprised. Clearly he already knew.
    “Yes. And?”
    “I happen to be the child’s father.”
    Roy’s eyebrows shot up. “Are you sure? She never told us who it was.”
    “Why wouldn’t she tell you?”
    “She probably didn’t want us to go hunting you down.”
    Sam forced his teeth to unclench. “I wish she would have. I want my child.”
    “He’s been adopted into a loving home.”
    “How do you know?”
    “It was an open adoption.”
    “Then you know who has him. Tell me.”
    He shook his head. “I can’t.”
    “Why not?” He grabbed the collar of Roy’s shirt. “Damnit. I have a right to know where my child is!”
    Roy stared into Sam’s eyes. “I’m sorry, son. I can’t give you any information.”
    “Why not?”
    “Because he’s with parents who love him very much. If you do anything to challenge that relationship, the only person harmed will be your son. The parents will suffer, but the child will be the ultimate loser.”
    “Damnit!” Sam punched the wall. His fist went through the drywall. His knuckles bled, yet he felt no pain.
    No pain at all.
    Only anger.
    At Sydney.
    At Roy.
    At Carrie.
    He walked away from Roy and turned the corner. Sydney’s mother sat with Duke. He was a beautiful child. He had Sydney’s eyes.
    And sandy brown hair.
    Oh my God. Was it possible?
    He left Roy standing and stalked toward the woman and child. He eyed Duke up and down. Could it be?
    When he noticed the little boy’s hands, his heart nearly leaped out of his chest.
    They were tiny replicas of his own.

Chapter Eight
    C arrie shielded the child against her chest. “Back away,” she warned.
    Sam steeled himself. He had to think of Duke.
    Roy strode forward. “Sam, what are you doing?”
    “You were right in the first place,” he ground out, trying his damndest to stay calm, to not alarm the child. His child. “We need to speak alone.”
    “Take Duke back to the hotel, Carrie,” Roy said calmly.
    “But the car… How will you—”
    “I’ll find a ride. Just go. Now.”
    Carrie stood and ushered Duke away.
    Roy sank down on the bench that they had vacated. “Do you really want to turn his life upside down?”
    Sam grabbed Roy by the collar again, bringing him to his feet and slamming his back into the wall. “You have turned my life upside down, goddamnit.”
    “I am sorry.” Roy’s dark eyes misted. “Let go of me, please.”
    “Why should I?”
    “Because I didn’t know he was yours. Sydney never told us.”
    She didn’t? Sam let go and pushed Roy back down on the bench. “Now start talking. You owe me that much.”
    “She was young, only nineteen. She was a champion racer. She couldn’t keep a child.”
    “So what? Maybe I could have.”
    “She never told us who you were. I think because she knew we’d try to contact you. Carrie and I always felt the father had a right to know.”
    “Why wouldn’t she tell you?”
    “I don’t know. That’s something you’ll have to ask her.”
    “I’m never speaking to her again. So you’ll have to tell me.”
    Roy shook his head. “I told you. I don’t know.”
    “How did