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

a moment, hat in hand, face set in that stubborn expression men get when they have practiced not looking ashamed and failed.

Naomi was refilling ketchup bottles.

She did not rush to him.

“Coffee?” she asked, same as if he were anybody else.

Dean nodded.

“Yes, ma’am.”

That caught a few eyebrows in the room.

Naomi poured the cup and slid it across.

Dean wrapped continue reading …