Eighteen years later, I'm back in Florida, trying to create a new life for myself after a year of going through the motions since my husband's death. It's probably best we don't know the future because I wouldn't have walked into that bar if I'd known my eyes would collide with the boy who had shattered me long ago.
But Rome wasn't that boy anymore. He was a biker with a leather vest, tattoos, and piercings.
While I'd been mesmerized by the man he'd become, all he'd had to say to me was that I had gotten old. Leaving to never step foot back there again, fate plays a cruel twist where the new life I thought I'd found turns out to be a lie constructed by someone I trusted most, and the only one to save me is a biker named Tex.