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

it, and said, “Peach. I had already baked it. It seemed wasteful not to bring it.”

Naomi bit back a smile.

“That was thoughtful.”

Mrs. Worthington lifted her chin.

“It was practical.”

Then she leaned closer and lowered her voice.

“And the gentleman near the window asked very nicely whether I would consider teaching him how to make proper cobbler, so apparently continue reading …