She Defended a Lonely Biker, and Her Town Never Saw It Coming

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Not with the pharmacy receipts tucked behind it.

Not with her father in a rehab room across town and her savings leaking out one tiny payment at a time.

Not with Carter’s Diner hanging by a thread so thin she could feel it every time she opened the register drawer and heard more empty air than bills.

But then she looked at the man’s wrist again.

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