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When she removes her helmet, I’m shocked. It’s Holly, one of the cocktail waitresses at the bar. Normally, the guys don’t mix bar business with club business, so I’m dying to know why she’s here.

“Your house is gorgeous,” Holly gushes, hugging me.

“Thank you.” I slide my gaze to Nitro, who’s scanning the tree line like he’s looking for something. I don’t know what the hell that’s about, but if I don’t find out myself, I’m going to ask Scar later.

“Holly, hon. Can you come in and help me slice tomatoes and onions for the burgers?” Nina yells from the kitchen window.

“Right away, ma’am.” Holly heads inside, leaving me alone with the other guys.

“So … what’s that about?” I ask Nitro.

“Just doing her a favor today.”

I have no idea what that means, but Talon and Reaper join us, so I don’t ask. I try not to pry too much. Maybe her being here has something to do with club business. Scar explained that he wouldn’t tell me about club business unless there’s a damn good reason to do so. He says it’s safer for me not to know any details about what they’re working on. I made him promise that he’d tell me if he thought either of us was in danger, which he agreed to do, and I trust him. If something were going on with the club, he would have warned me. So, for now, I’m not going to worry about why she’s here. Instead, I’m grateful to have another woman around to help us.

As we work on getting the fixings for burgers set up, I happen to glance at Holly in just the right light. She’s done her best to cover it up, but she’s got one heck of a bruise under her right eye.

“Oh my gosh, what happened?” I ask her.

“Nothing.” She drops her gaze to the lettuce she’s washing in the sink and avoids looking at me.

“Nitro’s taking care of it,” Nina says.

“What’s going on?” I ask.

“She’s going through some stuff and needs a day off from it all.” Nina hands me a pile of hamburger buns on a tray. “Can you take this outside?”

I take the tray from her and glance at Holly, who won’t meet my gaze. As I leave the room, I hear Nina whispering to her, but I can’t make out what she’s saying. Maybe Scar knows what’s happening.

The guys are gathered around the grill outside, watching the burgers sizzle over the flames. Scar takes the tray from me before kissing my cheek. “Thanks, babe.”

“Are you making hot dogs, too?” I ask.

“Yep. And I’m going to grill some chicken later.” He flips several burgers before adding thick slices of cheddar cheese on top.

“Who’s going to tell me what’s going on?” I put my hands on my hips.

The rumble of more motorcycles fills the air.

“I’ve got a surprise for you,” Scar says. He hands the spatula to Reaper, who takes control of the grill.

“What kind of surprise? Does it vibrate?” I ask in a teasing tone.

“Woman!” Scar narrows his gaze.

“You could have paid for rush delivery,” I needle, knowing he’s going to get huffy about my replacement toy.

“You’re going to get a spanking for that later,” he growls in my ear. I back my ass against his crotch and grind against his cock. “Woman, if you don’t want me to bend you over one of those picnic tables, you’d better stop that shit right now.”

I laugh before heading around the side of the house to see who’s out front. Since none of the other guys went on alert, I’m assuming they’re expecting company.

When I get to the front porch, I frown. I don’t recognize—

“Oh my God, Scar!” I slap my hand over my mouth as Max slides out from behind the biggest biker in the group. Max runs full speed toward me.

“Nurse Julia!” Max flings his arms around my waist and mashes his face into my belly.

“I can’t believe you’re here!” I blink furiously to hold back tears of joy. My gaze meets Scar’s, and I mouth, “Thank you.” He smiles back with so much love it steals my breath away.