Sam hurried into his jeans. “What’s going on, Sydney? I thought you two were over.”
“We are. Why are you here, Rod?”
“I did a little digging today, and I found some stuff that I thought you might find interesting.”
“Nothing you have to say interests me,” she said. “Now leave, please.”
“Not until I say what I came to say.”
“You heard the lady,” Sam said. “Get the hell out of here.”
Rod was no match for muscular Sam. Yet he didn’t seem fazed.
“You and your friend here might be interested in this.” He handed a paper to Sydney.
She gulped. “Oh God.”
“What is it?” Sam ripped the document out of her hands.
He scanned the paper. “A birth certificate. Baby Boy Buchanan? With you as the mother?”
Her heart sank. Now he knew the truth, and it wouldn’t take long for him to put two and two together.
“September first? Five years ago? And you haven’t had sex with anyone since me?” He stalked toward her. “Goddamnit, you had my baby, and I never even knew it!”
Chapter Seven
Rod smiled a smug grin. “This just keeps getting better. I didn’t expect this turn of events. I just thought you had a child when you were a young maid of nineteen.”
“Nineteen?” Sam reddened. “You were only nineteen? That makes you twenty-four now?”
“Nearly twenty-five. Next month, in fact.”
“Christ.” Sam raked his fingers through his hair. “Where is he? Where is my son?”
She trembled, tried to keep her voice calm. “He was put up for adoption.”
“Why didn’t you contact me? I would have helped. I would have taken the child. I would have—” He plunked down on the bed, his eyes wet and sunken. “I’ve always wanted kids.”
Sydney ran to him and touched his cheek.
He pushed her hand away. “Don’t touch me.”
“Sam, I love you.”
“I don’t want to hear that right now.”
Her heart breaking, she rose and stalked toward Rod. “Why did you do this? I mean nothing to you. You admitted that this morning.”
“I don’t like being rejected. Rodney Kyle doesn’t get rejected, certainly not by the likes of you.”
“I was only some stupid trophy wife to you,” Sydney said. “Why does it matter?”
“You’re the wife I want, and I mean to have you.”
“Too bad. You can’t have me. You think you can show up with this birth certificate and turn my life upside down? And I’ll take you back?”
“You might. If you want to keep this little tidbit of news from getting out.”