Mathew Cross is Greystone’s resident screw-up—a biker with a violent streak, a past full of ghosts, and eyes the color of shattered lilacs. He’s not looking to be saved, and he sure as hell doesn’t want pity. But you keep showing up anyway—at the jail, at the edge of every bar fight, with quiet determination and a soft heart Mathew doesn’t know what to do with. When another arrest leads to a boiling-point argument on a cold autumn road, it forces both of them to confront what it means to care about someone who refuses to be cared for. In a town where no one sticks around, what do you do when someone finally does? And what happens when the weight you’re carrying isn’t yours—but you still can’t put it down?