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you end up with him?”
“Sydney was too young to take care of a child. But she didn’t want to give him up. Carrie and I were becoming empty nesters. Blake had left while Sydney was pregnant, and Syd was nineteen and ready to fly on her own. We were still young enough to be good parents. It made sense.”
“Well, it doesn’t make sense to me.”
“We love him as our own. He’s our child, and our biological grandchild. He’s had a good life. He’s happy.”
“What makes you think he wouldn’t have been happy with me?” Sam’s voice cracked.
“Maybe he would have. I don’t know. But did you want to raise a child alone? Your son has a mother and father who adore him and a big sister who couldn’t love him more.”
“And when were you planning to tell him that his big sister is actually his mother?”
“I don’t know.” Roy sighed. “Eventually we did plan to tell him.”
“I want to spend some time with him.”
“That’s not possible.”
“I’ll drag your asses to court, then. The kid is my flesh and blood.”
“Are you absolutely sure he’s yours?’
“Are you kidding? Take a good look at me.”
Roy perused him and nodded soberly.
“And even if we looked nothing alike, I have further proof. Sydney has admitted to me that she hasn’t been with anyone since we were together five years ago. He has to be mine.”
“Thank God.”
“Thank God? Are you kidding?”
“You don’t understand. I mean thank God she didn’t sleep with that slime Rodney Kyle.”
“She broke up with him today.”
“Thank God again. She was only with him for his money.”
“She needs money?”
“Our ranch isn’t doing very well. It’s the economy and all.”
Sam understood. God knew he’d been there. He’d only gotten the Double D out of trouble in the last couple years. But damnit, he didn’t want to feel sorry for these people.
They’d stolen his child, for God’s sake.
“I’m sorry,” he said, despite his anger.
“Sydney didn’t want the ranch to go under,” Roy continued. “She wanted it for Duke. The ranch has been In the Buchanan family for three generations.”
“I want a DNA test, pronto.”
“I won’t put him through that.”
“Fine.” Sam stopped himself from putting his fist through the wall again. Wasn’t easy. “I’ll get a court order. Then you won’t have a choice.”
“Do you really want to do this to the child?”
“What about me? Don’t I have rights?”
Roy nodded. “Of course you do. But he’s five years old. He’s secure in his life, his family.”
“Why didn’t anyone try to find me?”
“I told you. Sydney never told us who the father was.”
“Why the hell not?”
“You’ll have to ask her that.”
“I plan to ask her plenty. So much for never speaking to her again.” He took off his hat and raked his fingers through his hair—hair just like Duke’s. His son. “Where the hell is she?”
“I don’t know.”
He’d left her at the hotel. He didn’t want to see her, but she was the only one who could answer these questions.
She was the last person he wanted to see.
And the first person he wanted to see.
Goddamnit.
He loved her.
How had it come to this?
Yes, his life had gotten stale. He’d wanted to shake things up. But not like this.
He left Roy and walked out of the arena toward the parking area.
And who should be walking toward him, but sharply dressed businessman Rod Kyle.
“Ah, Mr. O’Donovan, just the man I was looking for. I’ve found your answer for you, and even you won’t believe where your son is.”
“He’s here in town.” Sam gritted his teeth. “He’s Sydney’s little brother.” Then he hit Rod square in the jaw. Felt damn good, even with bleeding knuckles.
Rod fell backward, rubbing his face. “Hey, we had a deal.”
“The deal was you find out where my son is.”
“I did.”
“Not quick enough. I figured it out without you. Now get the hell out of my sight before I do some real
“Sydney was too young to take care of a child. But she didn’t want to give him up. Carrie and I were becoming empty nesters. Blake had left while Sydney was pregnant, and Syd was nineteen and ready to fly on her own. We were still young enough to be good parents. It made sense.”
“Well, it doesn’t make sense to me.”
“We love him as our own. He’s our child, and our biological grandchild. He’s had a good life. He’s happy.”
“What makes you think he wouldn’t have been happy with me?” Sam’s voice cracked.
“Maybe he would have. I don’t know. But did you want to raise a child alone? Your son has a mother and father who adore him and a big sister who couldn’t love him more.”
“And when were you planning to tell him that his big sister is actually his mother?”
“I don’t know.” Roy sighed. “Eventually we did plan to tell him.”
“I want to spend some time with him.”
“That’s not possible.”
“I’ll drag your asses to court, then. The kid is my flesh and blood.”
“Are you absolutely sure he’s yours?’
“Are you kidding? Take a good look at me.”
Roy perused him and nodded soberly.
“And even if we looked nothing alike, I have further proof. Sydney has admitted to me that she hasn’t been with anyone since we were together five years ago. He has to be mine.”
“Thank God.”
“Thank God? Are you kidding?”
“You don’t understand. I mean thank God she didn’t sleep with that slime Rodney Kyle.”
“She broke up with him today.”
“Thank God again. She was only with him for his money.”
“She needs money?”
“Our ranch isn’t doing very well. It’s the economy and all.”
Sam understood. God knew he’d been there. He’d only gotten the Double D out of trouble in the last couple years. But damnit, he didn’t want to feel sorry for these people.
They’d stolen his child, for God’s sake.
“I’m sorry,” he said, despite his anger.
“Sydney didn’t want the ranch to go under,” Roy continued. “She wanted it for Duke. The ranch has been In the Buchanan family for three generations.”
“I want a DNA test, pronto.”
“I won’t put him through that.”
“Fine.” Sam stopped himself from putting his fist through the wall again. Wasn’t easy. “I’ll get a court order. Then you won’t have a choice.”
“Do you really want to do this to the child?”
“What about me? Don’t I have rights?”
Roy nodded. “Of course you do. But he’s five years old. He’s secure in his life, his family.”
“Why didn’t anyone try to find me?”
“I told you. Sydney never told us who the father was.”
“Why the hell not?”
“You’ll have to ask her that.”
“I plan to ask her plenty. So much for never speaking to her again.” He took off his hat and raked his fingers through his hair—hair just like Duke’s. His son. “Where the hell is she?”
“I don’t know.”
He’d left her at the hotel. He didn’t want to see her, but she was the only one who could answer these questions.
She was the last person he wanted to see.
And the first person he wanted to see.
Goddamnit.
He loved her.
How had it come to this?
Yes, his life had gotten stale. He’d wanted to shake things up. But not like this.
He left Roy and walked out of the arena toward the parking area.
And who should be walking toward him, but sharply dressed businessman Rod Kyle.
“Ah, Mr. O’Donovan, just the man I was looking for. I’ve found your answer for you, and even you won’t believe where your son is.”
“He’s here in town.” Sam gritted his teeth. “He’s Sydney’s little brother.” Then he hit Rod square in the jaw. Felt damn good, even with bleeding knuckles.
Rod fell backward, rubbing his face. “Hey, we had a deal.”
“The deal was you find out where my son is.”
“I did.”
“Not quick enough. I figured it out without you. Now get the hell out of my sight before I do some real
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