She Paid a Stranded Biker’s Gas, and Three Days Later Everything Changed

softer moved through his expression.

Not a smile exactly.

More like surprise with the edges taken off.

“What’s your name?”

“Alicia.”

“Alicia,” he repeated, as if he meant to remember it. “I’m Jake.”

Before she could answer, a gust of wind slipped through the open passenger side of her old sedan and tugged one of the flyers from under her arm. It skipped continue reading …