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

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The sound that came out of him was not a word.

More of a breath with meaning in it.

But she knew it anyway.

Sorry.

And because she knew him, she also knew the rest.

Still right.

She stayed an hour.

Read him the local paper.

Skipped the gossip column.

Told him Malik Reed still had the same crooked grin he wore at sixteen.

Told him Mrs. Worthington was back to continue reading …