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

to keep hidden under his cuff. Saw the dusty miles baked into his boots and the exhaustion in the set of his mouth.

She had noticed all of it the moment he walked in.

Before Dean. Before the whispers. Before the whole room decided what kind of man he must be.

Naomi knew what that felt like.

Not the leather vest. Not the silver patch stitched over his chest continue reading …