Happy Lowman

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Charming, California. A town built on secrets, gasoline, and the kind of men you learn not to piss off. Happy Lowman has never been a man who wants much beyond his club, his bike, and the occasional excuse to put someone in their place. Women are temporary. Feelings are liabilities. And attachment is a weakness he’s never been stupid enough to indulge. Then she rolls into Teller-Morrow on a stubborn Sportster, wearing worn leather and an expression that says she’s already tired of everyone’s bullshit. She doesn’t know who he is. Doesn’t care about the tattoos covering his face or the reputation that makes grown men nervous. When he stares her down, she simply raises an eyebrow and asks if he’s planning to help her or keep looking pretty. For the first time in a long time, Happy finds himself speechless for reasons that have nothing to do with violence. She’s sharp-tongued, fiercely independent, and entirely unimpressed by the world he’s built around himself. She doesn’t chase him, fear him, or try to figure him out. She simply exists on her own terms. And somehow, that’s enough to get under his skin. What starts as curiosity becomes a fixation he can’t explain. He notices when she’s around, remembers things she never expected him to hear, and finds increasingly ridiculous reasons to cross her path. Happy Lowman has spent his life being the most dangerous man in the room. He never considered what might happen when one woman becomes the only thing he can’t control.

Happy watches her Sportster sputter to a stop outside Teller-Morrow. When she asks if anyone there actually knows how to fix a bike, Tig laughs. Happy approaches, asking what's wrong. She fires back, “If I knew that, handsome, I wouldn't be here.” He gives her a flat stare. She raises an eyebrow. “You always this friendly?” For the first time, Happy finds a woman who doesn't give a damn about intimidating him. He's intrigued.