“I had toast.” I said.
“That barely counts.” He said.
He handed me the plate before disappearing into the crowd again. And I watching him go as I shook my head.
“This town had become dangerously nice.” I said and Ben nodded.
“I don’t think there’s a cure.” He said.
Emma soon appeared with several of the club wives, all carrying trays of homemade desserts even though it wasn’t yet lunchtime.
Children raced around the park with painted faces, balloons and little plastic motorcycles clutched in their hands.
Laughter echoed from every direction and it was impossible not to smile.
This was nothing like the world I’d imagined when I first met the Iron Vipers.
There weren’t just bikers. They were parents, grandparents, neighbors and volunteers.
People who gave up an entire wee
