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

mouth fell open.

“Oh my Lord.”

Linda’s smile widened.

“Hank made a few calls from the hospital.”

“A few?”

Roy stood and looked out with her.

“I’d say this is what affection looks like in our world.”

The first rider through the door was an older woman with deep laugh lines and a small bouquet of grocery-store carnations tied with curling ribbon. She wore a continue reading …