Page 122 of Mensa's Match

Mensa stepped back into the room. “Why are you telling her she’s wrong?”

“Don’t be so protective, cousin. She was trying to say you two weren’t pining after each other for so long.”

Something about the big eyes, his arched brows, and the skeptical set to his bearded lips made me giggle.

“Neither of us pined for the other,” Mensa muttered.

“Whatever you say,” Riley said.

Mensa sat on the other side of the bed, but kept his eyes pinned on Riley. “Don’t you have somewhere else to be?”

She stood, stooped over, then thought better of it and gave my hand a squeeze. “I’d hug you, but that’s probably not a great idea right now. I’m so freaking glad you survived. If you aren’t out by tomorrow, I’m bringing my laptop and we’ll watchZoolander.”

I grimaced. “Ugh. Anything but that.”

She grinned. “One day, Whitney, you’ll see the light.”

“Won’t be a runway light,” I said, tipping my head to the side and immediately hissed with pain.

Mensa’s body stiffened. “Are you all right? You need the nurse?”

I straightened and shook my head tentatively. “No. It’s fine. I think I’m due for another dose of pain killers. They’ll be in—”

Mensa looked at Riley. “Go get the nurse.”

Riley scurried out of the room.

“Honey,” I said, in a low voice.

He turned to me. “No. You aren’t going to be in pain, Whit. You’ve been through enough damned pain.”

Those brown eyes said it all, and they said he felt deeply for me. “I’m not the only one who’s been in pain.”

He closed his eyes and shook his head. “Doesn’t matter, Whit.” He opened his eyes. “The sight of you taking that bullet is ingrained in my brain. I’ve been stabbed and it hurts like fuck. I can’t even imagine the pain of a bullet tearing through you.If your meds are wearing off, then you’re getting more pain medication.”

The nurse came into the room. “I hear your pain is coming back.”

“Yes, but if it’s too soon—”

She shook her head. “Don’t worry about that. Nobody earns a gold medal for enduring extra pain. Let’s get you taken care of.”

My nurse hadn’t messed around. She’d brought me a fast-acting pain medication, that came with the side-effect of knocking me out.

I woke from a very bizarre dream and saw Mensa conked out to my left, but felt my someone holding my hand on my right.

“Hey,” Wyatt whispered. “Didn’t think you’d wake up until morning.”

“What time is it?”

“Eleven-thirty.”

“Surprised they haven’t kicked either of you out.”

Wyatt shot me a half-hearted smile. “It helps when you know some people.”

“I’m gonna be okay,” I murmured.

“Yeah,” he whispered.

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