Kendra checked her cell phone one last time and crawled into bed. It was after midnight, and she hadn’t heard a single word from Flint. Not even a text message. It wasn’t as if she expected him to be calling her every ten minutes, but a quick call to see how she was doing would’ve been nice. For all he knew, she could be freaking out over the shooting. A little comfort and reassurance would go a long way, even for a tough girl like her. She pulled the covers up to her chin and stared at the ceiling.
Was she crazy to be wrapped up in him so soon?
Maybe he was already having regrets. Or maybe she didn’t meet the approval of the other guys in the Steel Infidels. She knew she wasn’t exactly biker chick material. Hell, for all she knew, being with a girl like her could be against their rules. The MC probably had very strict protocol for being one of their girls. Most likely blonde, big-breasted, and brainless. Guess that ruled her out. At least on the blonde and brainless part anyway.
The loud roar of a motorcycle pulling into her driveway startled her. She jumped out of bed and looked out the window. It was too dark to see anything. Her first thought was that it could be the Liberators, though why they would only send one guy didn’t make sense. Especially on a very noisy bike.
Kendra inched her way in the darkness to the living room. She was afraid to turn on the lights because whoever it was would be able to see her through the windows. She crouched down behind the couch and carefully crawled across the room. Her pistol was in her purse on a table by the door. Damn! She needed to start keeping it close by on the bedside table at night.
Just before she reached her purse, three loud knocks sounded from the door. “Kendra! Are you home? It’s Flint!”
What the hell? She felt like killing him. She ran to the door and threw it open.
“Flint! What are you doing here? You scared me half to death! Haven’t you ever heard of a phone? It’s after midnight. Normal people are asleep by this time.”