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

his mug that might have been a cough and might have been a laugh he did not want anyone to notice.

Dean heard it too.

That made his face harden.

He moved his attention back to the man on the stool.

“What’s your name?”

“Hank Morrison.”

“What are you doing in Willow Creek?”

“Visiting my daughter at the medical center.”

That landed in the room with more force continue reading …