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“Eleven years ago, I was a different man. I was young, unfocused, I had nobody, and I had a chip on my shoulder the size of Texas.
“Then I met Craigan, and he related to me in a way no one else had. We became brothers. His family was my family, but that wasn’t enough. We were rough guys. We were angry. Thought we could prove ourselves by joining a motorcycle club. That’s when we were introduced to BACA.”
Farren scoffed. “What is that, some kind of gang?”
“Bikers Against Child Abuse. You could say it was our redemption. It was a cause we believed in for good reasons.”
He waited until she nodded her understanding.
“We’d been watching a guy named Tommy the Tank… Months we had watched him, suspected he was knocking around his little girl.”
Rogan gestured his head to her and squeezed his arms tighter around her.
Farren thought back to that time in her life, remembering the beatings she took from her father. He’d knocked her around, all right, but she would often stand up to him, too. The last time, though, had been the worst, she remembered, right before he’d left for good.
She let Rogan finish explaining what had happened that night, from Tom shooting Craigan, to Craigan dying before Rogan’s eyes, and finally, how he’d come back for her to make sure she was okay.
“I never realized,” she finally said, letting him wipe the tears from her eyes.
“But I do owe you an apology,” he told her.
She looked questioningly up at him as he loosened his hold around her slightly.
“For what?”
Her heart sank, afraid of what he might confess now.
“About Edith.”
Her eyes fell. He raised one hand to gently lift her chin and held it.
“Baby, nothing happened with Edith.”
“Nothing?” she asked, disbelieving.
“Oh, she tried,” he began, and he watched Farren’s eyebrows furrow. “But she got nowhere. Baby, there was a reason I needed to go to New York, and more importantly, why you couldn’t go with me.”
She was afraid to ask. “Why?”
He reached into his blazer pocket and pulled out a small, Tiffany-blue box. He held it out to her and dropped it in her outstretched hand.
Curious, she looked to him, and he nodded.
She opened the box and let the lid drop to the floor. She tipped the remainder of it upside down so the smaller, black box inside fell out into her other hand. Handing him the remainder of the blue box, she shifted all her focus on the black cube before her. She pried it open.
She felt her heart stop, like everything froze, and for a moment she was suspended in a moment in time. With awe, she looked at the beautiful, platinum, diamond ring she held in her hand.
Then her heart started again, as though it were trying to catch up for the beats it had missed, at hyper speed. She looked back to Rogan and saw the love and hope in his eyes as he watched her.
“Is this what I think it is?”
He tossed the box he held, and she let him take her hands in his.
“Farren Greer Fields, I didn’t know that you were that little girl I tried to save that day eleven years ago, but it was you who saved me that day, in ways you may never know.”
He dropped down to one knee in front of her, holding her hands like a life line.
“And I didn’t know when you walked into my office a year ago wanting a job that you would have such a profound and imminent effect on
