Page 96 of Mensa's Match

“Not the way you’re thinking. The back door’s compromised. I’m trying to get someone out here ASAP, and Brute’s working a few contacts he has to see if some other company will get us in fast.”

“What do you need me to do?”

“Need you to get your ass down here. I got distributors comin’ in all fuckin’ day. I can’t deal with the door people. That’ll be on you because Finn’s got the whole damned bar and grill until Two-Times can get here, which won’t be until after four because his sister can’t watch his kids until she gets off work.”

He blew out a breath. “Know this isn’t your call, but can I get a different prospect over here for Whitney? I don’t want to put Scrap in the position to get so violent before he graduates.”

“Yeah. I’ll talk to Har. How soon can you get here?”

He ground his teeth together. “Once I know someone else is here, I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”

“Where do you have to be in twenty minutes?” Whitney asked, as he put his cell in his pocket.

Glancing around the room, he noticed Nadia had gone back out front. He faced Whitney. “I gotta get over to Twisted Talons. Seems the Corrupt Chrome assholes set a literal dumpster fire, and shoved it up against the building to try and start a full-on fire.”

Whitney gasped, and her eyes were wider than he’d ever seen them. “And did they?”

“No, but they damaged our back door. Cynic needs me to be there to meet with a repair company because Finn’s manning the grill and bar while Cynic has his regularly scheduled meetings with distributors.”

“He can’t reschedule those?”

He turned his hands up in question. “I’m guessing he tried…but knowing ‘Nic, he might figure that lets the Corrupt Chrome MC win since it would disrupt our business.”

Whitney tried, but failed, to hide her outraged expression. “I could argue that with him, but okay.”

She turned back to the order she was working on.

“Blume,” he called.

Her hands froze and she turned her face to him. “Yes?”

“Come here.”

“Mensa, I’ve got a deadline if these—”

He closed the distance between them and tugged her a few inches toward him. “I need two things from you.”

“Just two?”

He grinned. “For now, yes. Go easy on the prospect. Don’t speed out of the parking lot away from him—”

“Like I do that,” she muttered.

“You know what I’m saying. If the light’s yellow, stop, don’t make shit harder.”

She nodded once. “Okay. What’s the second thing?”

“Kiss me. I don’t care if Nadia said no necking. This shit will run right into my shift at the bar, and I won’t see you again until after midnight.”

She wrapped her hand around his neck. “I was going to mention, you might want to stay at the clubhouse tonight seeing as you’ll get in late, and I’m—”

“Do you love me?”

“Yes, but I’m just—”

“No, Blume. If you love me, then we’re doing this, and that means going through the thick and the thin together. I’ll do my best not to wake you, but you need to kiss your man before the prospect gets here.”

“You are incredibly bossy.”

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