Jerk. Angry bastard. That's how people describe me. Everyone in this small town knows to steer clear of me. Thing is, they don't know me. They don't know what I've seen, what I've done. So I've learned to put up a shield to protect both me and them. When everything gets to be too much, I escape on my beloved Harley, the wind in my face calming my soul. But my new neighbor hasn't gotten the memo about me. She's a walking, talking firecracker, and I...