My Biker Husband Wore Pink Cat Ears — Then His Club President Asked Where to Buy Them

Synopsis

Mason had not always been the kind of man who could wear pink cat ears without flinching. When I met him, he was thirty-one and built almost exactly the way he was built now, just with less grey in his beard and more anger packed behind his silence. I worked the afternoon shift at a diner near Highway 27. Mason came in after long rides and sat in the booth…