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

pocket and opened it.

Not dramatically.

Just carefully.

“We hold an annual charity ride every fall for families carrying medical burdens they never asked for. Lodging, gas cards, meal support, the little ugly expenses that pile up when somebody you love gets sick.”

Naomi stared at him.

The whole diner did.

Marcus smiled.

“This year, the ride ends here.”

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