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

of uniform.

Jeans. Plain blue blouse. Hair down.

Naomi almost did not recognize her at first.

Laura took the last stool at the counter and wrapped both hands around the menu without reading it.

“What can I get you?” Naomi asked.

Laura looked up.

“Coffee, if that’s okay.”

Naomi poured it.

Laura watched the dark stream fill the mug.

Then she said, “I’m sorry.continue reading …