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

slid the envelope into his shirt pocket again without argument.

No wounded pride. No insistence.

Just respect.

Naomi noticed that too.

Linda glanced toward the front windows.

“How many people you got helping in the kitchen today?”

Naomi frowned.

“Just me and Marisol after noon. Why?”

Linda smiled over her coffee.

“You might want to start calling in favors.”

Naomi continue reading …