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

wiped her hands on her apron and came around the counter.

“Naomi’s fine.”

Marcus took her hand in both of his and shook it gently, as though it mattered to him not to overwhelm.

“Hank told me you’ve got steel in your backbone and grace in your hands.”

Naomi blinked.

“That sounds nicer than I usually look by five in the afternoon.”

Marcus smiled.

“Most people continue reading …