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

to put it,” he said. “Another way would be you’re picking a side.”

Naomi folded her arms over her apron.

“Breakfast isn’t a side.”

A few people shifted in their booths.

Dean’s smile thinned.

The man on the stool kept his eyes on his plate, but Naomi saw his jaw tighten. Saw the red rims around his pale blue eyes. Saw the hospital wristband he had tried continue reading …