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

Worthington gave up and cried openly into a napkin.

Enough that Joe Larkin reached over and squeezed Malik’s shoulder for no reason except feelings required witnesses.

Enough that Dean Harper, standing at the far edge of the crowd in plain clothes, bowed his head and wiped his face with the back of his hand before anybody could point it out.

Enough that continue reading …