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

narrow box on the counter.

Naomi eyed it warily.

“If that’s money again, we’re fighting.”

Linda smiled.

“It isn’t.”

Naomi lifted the lid.

Inside was a black denim vest, softer than it looked, with a simple patch stitched over the back in cream and gold thread.

CARTER’S DINER
HONORED STOP
HIGHWAY SAINTS HOPE RIDE

Below it, smaller:

ALL ARE WELCOME

Naomi stared continue reading …