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

table.”

The biker finally looked up.

His voice, when it came, was low and worn down to the grain.

“I didn’t come in here to bother anybody.”

“That right?”

“Yes, sir,” the man said.

Not mocking. Not sharp.

Just tired.

Dean glanced at the patch on his vest, then back at Naomi.

“You know who you’re feeding?”

Naomi looked right at him.

“A hungry man.”

The silence continue reading …