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

sitting alone on the end stool, broad shoulders curved inward as if he had spent the last few days trying to take up less space in the world.

Naomi had seen that kind of posture before.

Not in bikers.

In waiting rooms.

In hospital corridors.

In family members who had run out of strong.

Dean gave a short laugh that carried no warmth at all.

“That’s one way continue reading …