cool tone. “You live here all by yourself?”
“Until now.”
“Right. I bet you’ve had some awesome parties.”
He felt the corner of his mouth quirk. “A few.” He was having a hard time resenting the girl, in spite of her sister’s coldhearted actions. Ironically, the guileless delight that radiated from Olivia reminded him of the person he’d thought Camilla was—and although it made him feel even more annoyed at the way he’d been completely taken in by Camilla, it also made it hard not to warm up to Olivia.
Camilla walked in with JD and watched them for a moment. JD stood behind Camilla shyly with his face pressed against her leg, peering out at Sam.
When Camilla’s eyes met Sam’s he felt a quick burst of attraction. She wore a simple sundress and sandals, the light from the open doorway shining on her hair accentuating the look of sweetness and innocence. He could almost believe she was exactly what she appeared to be. Then his gaze shifted to JD and he was struck again at how much it was like looking at an image of himself at that age. His first impulse was to stride over and pick the little boy up in his arms. Sam wanted to give JD all the security and love that Sam had never felt from his own father at that age. Or ever. Just a few steps across the room and he could grab JD away from Camilla and let him know that from now on everything was going to be okay. But he couldn’t do that. His own son didn’t even know who he was.
Sam realized suddenly that he had no idea what to say to a child that age.
“Olivia,” he said. “Why don’t you take JD upstairs, show him his room. It’s the third door on the right.”
“I want to sleep with Mommy!”
That wasn’t going to work. JD needed to feel comfortable in his room right from the start. This was where he would be growing up. And it wasn’t right for him to be so dependent on Camilla that he couldn’t sleep in his own bed at night. Sam remembered how he’d clung to his own mother after his father abandoned them. And his mother had encouraged him at first. But that just made it harder when she started dating again and completely lost interest in him. So much so that after she remarried she didn’t hesitate to ship him off to boarding school so she could move on without the inconvenience of raising a child.
Once Camilla got what she wanted—a marriage that protected JD’s trust account from interference by the Winthrops—Sam had no doubt she’d lose interest in JD and be all too ready to hand him off to a nanny or a boarding school. And Sam was not about to let his own son be set up for the same heartbreak and feelings of betrayal he himself had experienced.
No, this house was where JD was going to stay, regardless of where Camilla ended up. So it made sense to set some ground rules from the beginning.
“A child should have his own room,” Sam said, looking at Camilla. “And his own bed.”
JD started to cry. He reached up, pulling on Camilla’s sleeve. “I don’t wanna stay here. I wanna go home.”
She crouched down, hugged him. “How about if Mommy sleeps with you in your room tonight. Okay?”
JD nodded, sniffling, and she gave him a hug. In Sam’s opinion, it wasn’t a good plan, but he bit back any comment. He was not going to start his relationship with his son by arguing in front of him.
“Go on up with Livvy now, okay, honey?” Camilla gave JD another squeeze and then watched him go up the stairs with Olivia. She turned back to Sam.
“He’s a little boy. And he just lost his…” She paused and bit her lip. “He’s been having bad dreams.”
“Fine,” Sam said, striding across the room until he was close to her. “As long as you understand you won’t be sleeping in his room after the wedding.”
“I’m sure you have plenty of rooms to spare,” she said, turning away from him.
Sam grabbed her arm, spun her back, and yanked her against him. If she was trying on purpose to get under his skin, she