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

bill Hank had laid near his plate and pushed it back toward him.

“Breakfast is on me.”

Hank stared at her.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I know.”

Dean made a disgusted sound.

“You’re making a mistake.”

Naomi met his eyes.

“Then it’s mine to make.”

For one moment, Dean just stood there, jaw working, all that authority with nowhere clean to go.

Then he looked continue reading …