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After hearing how they had killed Leah, any remaining shred of remorse over shooting the Liberators disappeared. They didn’t deserve her guilt, not after everything they had done.
    It was difficult not to dwell on the situation. She had to trust Flint, Jesse, and the rest of the crew to take care of the Liberators. At this point, there really wasn’t anything left for her to do but try to be careful and pray for the MC’s safety.
    Kendra forced her mind to think about something else. After a long night of being curled up close to Flint and talking about anything and everything, he had kissed her goodbye and slipped out of bed well before daybreak. The day had started out well and she felt good. She wouldn’t dare let herself wonder how long it would last.
    She was a tad worried though about something silly. Flint had casually mentioned an upcoming cookout at his house on Sunday and had invited her to attend. He’d explained it was a monthly social event for members of the Steel Infidels and any friends or family they wanted to bring along. Everyone was welcome, from the crew to family members to the groupies who hung around the clubhouse.
    While normally she would be thrilled to meet a new boyfriend’s family and friends, this was a completely different situation. She didn’t know how to act around Jesse or the crew after the incident with the Liberators on the mountain.
    She wondered what the proper protocol would be in a situation like that. Was she not supposed to say a word and pretend it never happened? Was it okay to talk about her doctoring Flint up at the cabin but not the shootout and murders of four men?
    The whole idea made her nervous and uneasy. She didn’t like secrets or covering stuff up. It went against everything she believed in. Honesty was important to her. In this case though, the alternative was much worse.
    She also didn’t know what Flint had told the other members of the MC about her, if anything. If he wanted her to go to the cookout, she would, even if deep down inside she was dreading it.

CHAPTER EIGHT
    A s soon as Kendra arrived at the house Flint shared with his brothers for the cookout, he immediately pulled her into the kitchen. While no one was looking, he backed her up against the sink and planted a warm soft kiss on her lips.
    “Thank you for coming,” he said, smoothing her hair away from her face. “I missed you.”
    She looked at her watch. “It’s been all of nine hours since you were in my bed this morning.” Since leaving the cabin, Flint had spent almost every night at her house.
    “I know. Doesn’t mean I didn’t miss you.” He turned her loose and swatted her butt. “And I’m really glad you’re here now to help me.” He waved a hand around the clean but disorganized kitchen. “We could use a woman’s touch around here.”
    “I can see that,” she replied. “What do you need me to do?”
    Flint pulled several packs of hamburger meat out of the refrigerator along with tomatoes, onions, and a couple heads of lettuce. “Ladies choice. Make the hamburger patties or cut up the vegetables.”
    Kendra washed her hands and grabbed a package of meat. “I’ll do both since I’m sure you have plenty of other stuff to do. Who is in the charge of the cooking?”
    “Jesse and Tom man the two grills,” Flint replied. “It’s been that way for years. We all have our little jobs to do. As you can tell, I’m the one always stuck working in the kitchen while everybody else is out there drinking and having fun.”
    Kendra rolled her eyes at him, knowing he was exaggerating.
    Jesse rushed into the kitchen. “Flint, you got those hamburger patties ready yet?” he yelled. He drew up short at the sight of Kendra. “Hey, doc! Didn’t know you were already here. Glad you could make it. Hope you’re keeping Flint straight. He’s falling behind on the job. We got hungry bikers out there and nothing to feed them.”
    He grabbed a beer from the refrigerator. “C’mon