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

exhaled.

“About the man. About you. About what I thought I was protecting.”

No one moved.

Dean looked around the diner then, at the mix of faces, the riders beside locals, the relief jar by the register, Isaiah Carter visible through the back doorway where he was doing hand exercises with a therapist at a corner table.

Finally Dean looked back at Naomi.continue reading …