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

flattened against the counter.

“For all you know,” she said quietly, “it’s the truth.”

Dean turned to her again, and this time there was warning in it.

“You keep putting yourself in the middle of things that aren’t your business.”

“This is my business,” Naomi said. “My diner. My counter. My customer.”

The last word seemed to bother him most.

Customer.

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