no legal rights over him. As his sole surviving ‘parent’”—he hesitated a moment, then continued—“it’s a relatively simple matter for you to consent to your son being adopted by his stepfather. Once JD is legally my son, your former husband’s parents will have no legal basis to attempt to remove him from your custody. They would have to show that I’m an unfit father. And I assure you, there will be no basis for a determination of that nature.”
“I see.” It did make sense. If Sam adopted JD, the Winthrops would be unable to interfere, and the issue of biological parentage would be moot. She could honor Danny’s wishes, protect the heritage Danny had wanted to pass down to JD, and—hopefully—make up in some way for depriving Sam of any role in the first four years of his son’s life.
He leaned forward over his desk and looked at her, his eyes cold.
“Now, why don’t you tell me the real reason the Winthrops think they can take JD away from you? Aside from marrying their son for his money, what is it exactly that makes you an unfit mother? And don’t even think about lying to me.”
She felt her skin heat. “What difference does it make what they think? Once we’re married and—”
“It’s going to take some time for the adoption to go through. I need to know what we could be up against.” He pulled a legal pad in front of him and waited, his pen poised over the page.
She took a deep breath, exhaled slowly. “It’s simple, really. They think I killed my husband.”
He’d expected drunken parties, jetting off to exotic locations and leaving the boy with nannies, indiscriminate sex, and maybe even some prescription drug abuse. But this one definitely caught him by surprise.
“The news reports said your husband died of complications from his original injury. Is there a suspicion of foul play?”
“Not directly. My husband was a paraplegic. His parents accused me of encouraging him to take unnecessary risks. They think I planned it because I wanted his money.”
“How much did you inherit?”
“Very little,” she said, but she wasn’t meeting his eyes. “I signed a prenup, and Danny didn’t live long enough for its terms to increase the amount I’d receive under the will.”
“So he was worth more to you alive than dead.”
She looked up, her eyes conveying hurt. “I happen to have loved my husband very much.”
“Which is why you spent the two weeks before your wedding in my bed.” Sam still couldn’t believe he had misjudged her so much back then.
A flush crept up her neck. “That wasn’t what it seemed.”
“Well, what exactly was it?”
“I wasn’t in love with Danny when I married him. I never would have let you pick me up in that hotel bar if I’d been in love with someone else! It started out as a business arrangement. But that all changed later on.”
“Just exactly what kind of ‘business arrangement’ did you have?”
“Look, I was broke at the time. And I had Olivia to take care of.”
“And of course you couldn’t just go out and get a job.”
“Do you have any idea…” She closed her eyes, seemed to be struggling with some painful memory. Then again, maybe she was just a very good actress. “Look, things were really complicated.”
He just wasn’t buying it.
“Nothing marrying a paraplegic millionaire wouldn’t cure.”
She gasped, and he wondered if maybe he’d gone a little too far. Camilla wasn’t the first woman to solve her financial problems by marrying for money. Then he hardened his heart as he thought about the years he’d missed with his son.
“I don’t owe you any explanation about my relationship with Danny,” she said stiffly. “You’ve made up your mind about me, regardless of anything I could say.”
Whatever decisions Camilla had made in the past, it was JD’s future that mattered now. “Your feelings for your former husband are hardly relevant at this juncture, anyway. I’m concerned only about my