“And she’s trying to support a kid, Knoxy. Have a heart,” Max pointed out. I swore under my breath. “Walk each other out,” I ordered and then went after Naomi. I found her in the parking lot next to an ancient ten-speed. “You’re not riding that thing home,” I announced, grabbing the handlebars. Naomi let out a long sigh. “You’re lucky I’m too tired to pedal or fight. But I still quit.” “No, you don’t.” Handing her the apron, I hauled the bike over to my truck and put it in the bed. She limped along after me, shoulders slumped. “Jesus, you look like you got trampled by a herd of horses.” “I’m
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