Saint's Cradle Secret

They call him Saint, the president who never loses his temper, never touches a woman he doesn't love. But fifteen years ago he loved me, and he let me go because he thought I deserved better. I never told him I was pregnant. I raised our daughter alone, and I let her believe he didn't want her. Then she found an old photograph and ran away to the Forgotten Sons clubhouse to find the father she never knew. I chased her. I found her already calling him Dad, already learning to ride. He's been waiting fifteen years for this conversation. He blames himself — not me. When a rival threatens our daughter, Saint breaks his own calm and shatters a truce. And I have to choose whether to trust the man who broke my heart twice: once by letting me go, and once by pulling me back. This time, I'm staying.