son. And I have no intention of having him taken to Connecticut with his grandparents, no matter how attached they may be to him.”
“They’ve been threatening me since the funeral. If they find out where I am…”
“So they don’t know anything about this trip?”
“No.”
“If they are close enough to their grandson—the child they believe is their grandson,” he amended, “to want custody, then keeping them in the dark about his whereabouts is only going to make them move more aggressively.”
Her eyes flashed with anger. “Close to him? Before the funeral, they’d never even met JD.”
He stared at her.
“Danny was estranged from his parents.”
The pieces were beginning to fall into place now. “Over his marriage to you.”
“Among other things.”
“So they’re motivated by guilt? Since it’s too late to reconcile with their son, they’re trying to atone by taking care of his child?”
“Hardly. What they want to take care of is JD’s trust fund.”
Sam leaned back in his chair, considering. “How much?”
“What?”
“How much money is in the trust fund, Camilla?”
“About ten million.”
“And you’re the trustee?”
“Yes.”
No wonder she wanted to keep JD’s parentage a secret. His son was the pawn in a power struggle between an ambitious, unscrupulous gold digger and her uncaring in-laws. It was sickening.
“So you believe your in-laws’ interest is solely in getting their hands on the money.”
“No, that amount is a drop in the bucket for the Winthrops. Their interest is in keeping me from getting my hands on the money.”
“Can you blame them?” He stared her down, waiting for her to show some reaction, but her eyes never wavered. Then, just as it looked like she was about to say something, the door to his office opened.
“Hey, Sam, you want to knock off for a while and—oops, didn’t realize you had a client. Sorry.”
“Ritchie.” Sam gestured to his partner. “Come on in. I’d like to introduce you to Camilla Winthrop.”
He turned to Camilla. “This is one of my partners, Ritchie Perez.”
If he could get this one past Ritchie, the Miami social scene would be a breeze. “Camilla is a very dear friend of mine.” He came around the desk and put his hand on her shoulder. “She’s in town with her son and her younger sister. They’ll be staying at my place for a while.”
Ritchie reached out and shook Camilla’s hand while his eyes measured her. “So what brings you to Miami?”
Sam waited to hear how Camilla would answer it.
“My son.” She glanced up at Sam. “There are some things I’ve been wanting him to experience here in Florida.”
“How old is your son?”
“JD’s four.”
“Well, you’ll have to head over to Disney while you’re in the area. Right, Sam?”
“Absolutely.”
Ritchie glanced down at the conspicuous diamond on her ring finger. “So is your husband joining you on this trip?”
“Camilla’s a widow,” Sam said.
“I’m sorry.”
“That’s part of the reason for the trip,” Camilla said. “Sometimes a change of scenery is the best thing.”
“Well, I’ve interrupted long enough. Camilla, it was a pleasure meeting you. Sam, I’ll catch up with you later,” he said, giving Sam a look that told him Ritchie wasn’t buying it.
“So,” Camilla said, after Ritchie left. “How do you think that went?”
“Fine.” He’d have to come clean with his two partners, but there was no reason to share that with Camilla right now.
“He seemed surprised that we’re going to be staying with you.”
“I’m not known for letting people get close to me.”
“Well, then, I can’t wait to see the reaction when you announce we’re getting married.”
Chapter Four
“Oh. My. God. This place rocks!” Olivia opened the French doors and stepped out onto the wide balcony overlooking the pool and, beyond that, the open water.
“Glad you approve,” Sam said
She spun around, unfazed by his