He lost his home while he was overseas. She built hers from a folding table. Now he’ll destroy anyone who tries to take it from her.
Reagan Sadler left home at seventeen with forty dollars and a backpack.
She built Second Chances from a flea market table, stubbornness, and nine years of proving she didn’t need anyone.
She doesn’t trust easy. Doesn’t ask for help.
And she definitely doesn’t need the young prospect who walks into her store looking for a jacket and stares at her like she’s worth claiming.
Then three men empty her register and leave bruises on her arms with a promise: Start fencing our stolen goods, or watch everything you built burn.
They picked the wrong woman to threaten.
Channel came home from two tours to find his parents divorced, his childhood home sold, and nothing familiar waiting.
Now he’s prospecting for the Ozark Ridgerunners, desperate to earn his place in a brotherhood that won’t scatter when the deployment ends.
He’s never let anyone see the hunger underneath—the need for a home that doesn’t get sold while he’s gone.
But when he walks into a thrift store and finds a woman with bruises on her wrists and fire in her eyes, something shifts. She’s standing alone against men who destroy everything they touch.
She’s in his territory. That makes her his to protect.
What starts as club business becomes something neither of them expected.
Every touch is a claim. Every look is a warning to the men hunting her.
And as Reagan is pulled deeper into the Ridgerunners’ world—into Channel’s bed, into his life, into a brutal war against a burglary crew that’s already killed to prove their point—she realizes she’s not just falling for a prospect who earns his patch in blood.
She’s becoming the reason he finally found his home.
His old lady. His woman. His everything.
But the men running stolen goods through Ridgerunner territory aren’t finished. They’re coming with more muscle, more violence, and a vendetta against the woman who refused to break. To survive, Reagan will have to stop fighting alone and start trusting the man who calls her mine like he means it.
A woman who finds value in what others throw away—including the Marine who came home to nothing.
