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

of calm face that made people tell her the truth even when they hadn’t meant to.

She wore the same emblem.

No swagger.

No performance.

Just the same club as Hank.

Naomi felt her spine go careful.

The woman smiled first.

“Naomi Carter?”

“That’s me.”

“I’m Linda Morrison,” she said. “This is Roy. Hank’s older brother.”

Roy tipped his head.

“Ma’am.”

Naomi stepped continue reading …