"My helmet."

The woman retrieved her helmet, secured it back onto her head, and swung her leg over her motorcycle. With a wave and a grin at Keith, she called out, "Catch you later." "Hey!"

Keith wanted to ask for her name. She was skilled and mysterious, and curiosity aside, she had helped him out. It was only polite to ask for a name.

But he had barely let out a 'hey' when she had already sped away on her motorcycle.

She loved the thrill of the ride, her bike roaring away in an instant.

"What's your name?" Keith shouted after her.

Her laughter was the only response, drifting back to him on the wind.

He never did get her name.

The six thugs sprawled on the ground.

Pinehurst really wasn't the place for an ambush.

They into a woman, and she turned out to be a master.

The police arrived, and the six thugs had the misfortune of following in their seniors' footsteps, getting hauled off by the cops.

Lately, they all seemed to have the worst luck. No matter where they tried to strike at Keith, they ended up in police custody.

Keith must have been the darling of the gods lately, such good fortune!

He followed the police to give his statement.

By the time he was done, it was well past three in the afternoon.

His stomach was protesting fiercely, reminding him that he hadn't eaten, and his sister had called him a dozen times.

During his statement, he had picked up Lucinda's call, but hadn't dared to tell her about the trouble. He just said he was out for a ride and wouldn't be back for lunch. Now, Keith headed straight for his sister's coffee shop, the Serendipity Cafe.

His brother-in-law was there.

him to help find the mysterious woman who had done him a huge favor, practically saving

just about fifteen minutes

both helping out at

was even

Cecilia had driven him to the Yates' for lunch, which had nearly made him jump out of the car and dance right there on the street. The Yates family had treated him

his plate

it was just regular home cooking, to him it

to

because Cecilia stopped him

Cecilia got him.

cared about him, worried he'd hurt his stomach if he

short, Owen was over

his smile was brighter than the sun. The customers who came in for a coffee ended up ordering much more under the influence of his radiant charm, inadvertently boosting the

"Lucy."

in, calling his sister, "Get me a couple

Lucinda hurried to grab some

a

took a seat at the table nearest

came over to

had lunch yet?" Owen asked Keith. Without waiting for a reply, he teased, "That's the single life for you. No one to remind you to eat, no one to worry if you're

shot him a look. "You talk like

pastries and downed two glasses of water before asking with concern, "Did something happen?" Lucinda also chimed in, "Bro, you want more pastries? Or should

around the

the patrons finishing their meals and leaving. Now, there were only a couple of customers left,

with the

in a low voice, "I ran into

you okay, bro?" Lucinda had

Then, he answered but didn't explain, probably not wanting to

chowing down

all chatter and no substance. You'd better

cousin Hayes Brooks, for

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