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“It’s about… my father,” she said.
“Okay?”
She sucked in a deep breath and released it.
“I don’t know what to do. I mean, he’s been gone, you know? For years. I should hate him for that.”
Rogan thought for a moment and nodded.
“But…?”
“But… I’m curious. What if he’s changed? What if he had a good reason that he’s been gone all this time?”
Rogan could see the conflicting emotions in her face, compounded by the way she scratched her fingernails against one another in her lap.
He didn’t know what to tell her, though. On one hand, if the guy was that much of a deadbeat that he left his own flesh and blood when she was just a child, it told him everything he needed to know about the guy.
Then again, he thought about his own sins and the redemption he would never have the opportunity to gain. Was he deserving of it if that were even possible?
After a moment or two of deliberation, he leaned forward to take her hands into his, stopping her unintentional fidgeting and bringing her focus on what he was about to say.
“If you want to meet with him, I’ll go with you. I’d feel better being there anyway.”
Just in case, he thought.
“You will?” she asked, with no small amount of gratitude.
He brushed his fingers through her hair, tucking a strand behind her ear.
“Of course.”
“So what about tomorrow?” she asked, hesitant.
His scarred eyebrow rose with skepticism.
“You know I can’t go tomorrow. I’ll be in New York working on the Donaghue account,” he reminded her, though he got the feeling the reminder was unnecessary.
Her shoulders sank and her eyes trailed to the floor in front of her.
“Are you sure you have to go? I figured Edith would have it in the bag, all on her own.”
Yes, he was very sure, and for reasons he didn’t want her knowing about.
“You know I have to go, Farren.”
His voice was deep and stern. He didn’t want to fight with her the night before he left, and he knew that’s where this was headed if she kept going.
Her face fell again. Without looking up at him, she said, “I don’t feel good about you going with Edith. I don’t trust her,” she admitted as she resumed scratching her thumbnails against the nails of her middle fingers in her lap.
“Do you trust me?”
She looked back up at him. “I do… but I still don’t feel good about Edith. I overheard her talking the other day at work, and-”
“Farren, you of all people know why I need to be there.” He cut her off. “I’ll be back before you know it. You have nothing to worry about,” he assured her.
“But I-”
He interrupted her again. “Farren, baby, please, let’s not do this tonight. I want to enjoy my evening with you and Harley before I have to get up and leave early tomorrow morning.”
