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

I’m in demand.”

Naomi looked toward the window.

An older rider with a snowy beard gave a small wave and an embarrassed smile.

Naomi looked back at Mrs. Worthington.

“Seems you are.”

Mrs. Worthington straightened.

“Well. Don’t let it go to my head.”

By midafternoon, Carter’s Diner no longer felt split between locals and outsiders.

It felt like a room of people continue reading …