Page 15 of Mensa's Match

His brows drew together a fraction. “Why the bar? If your car’s been stolen, you won’t be able to get home.”

She blinked and her eyes skated to the side as she contemplated it. “I hate how much sense you’re making right now.”

He chuckled. “Didn’t get much of that in your government job?”

Her eyes burned with the glare she aimed at him. “No, I’m surprised you’re capable of making sense, Mensa.”

Roaring pipes filled the air and Mensa’s body tensed. He paid close attention to the sound and realized it was coming from the Interstate… and had quickly trailed off as the motorcycle kept speeding away. That might have been the person following them, or it might have been coincidence.

“So, what’s your plan biker-genius? We aren’t hanging out here at a truck stop all night.”

He considered something for a moment – a question had come to mind earlier, but Whitney giving him guff threw him off track. He focused on her when it came back to him. “You keep your registration in your car?”

“Yes,” she drawled.

“Does it list where you live in town? Or some other address? Now that I know your background, I’m assuming you have a place back in Jackson where the FBI field office is located.”

The light in her eyes dimmed. “It has my apartment here listed.” She turned her head and hissed, “Shit.”

Chapter 5

The H-Word

Whitney

I pulled my cellphone from my back pocket, but Mensa waved a hand at me. “Just give me a minute. I’ll have Block swing by your place and see if everything’s good.”

My gut told me it wouldn’t be good, not in the slightest.

A few minutes later, Mensa tucked his phone away. “Block’s gonna call me back when he’s checked out the parking lot at your complex and the area surrounding it.”

I did a slow nod. “That’s great, but what’s the plan right now? I haven’t had dinner, and the adrenaline is wearing off, which means I really need to pee.”

Mensa twisted his head to the side for a moment, then focused on me. “Let’s not talk about adrenaline. For now, we wait. If we get the all-clear, I’ll take you back to your place. If they got the drop on where you live…I’m not—”

I should have kept my trap shut, but I couldn’t stop myself. “You could take me to your studio apartment.”

He opened his mouth and closed it. I had never seen him speechless before. It gave me a delicious, even if perverse, thrill.

Finally he muttered, “Lease ran out on that place two months ago.”

My head cocked to the side. “That’s the second time you let me down tonight. Asked if you had another gun, you sold it. Asked about your studio apartment, you dropped the lease.”

He narrowed an eye at me. “You assume I’d let you stay with me.”

My eyes widened. “Youarethe reason I’m in this mess.”

“How the fuck do you figure that?”

I scoffed. “If you hadn’t kept me from running to Aurora’s car, I’d be just fine.”

“Yeah. Aurora left while you first chit-chatted with Dontrell, so you’d have run out into an ambush. Maybe you’d be ‘just fine’ being held at the Corrupt Chrome compound in Ocean Springs.”

My mouth clamped shut at that because to my knowledge the Bureau wasn’t aware of another MC in the Biloxi area, let alone that they had a compound so close by.

Before I could ask anything else, Mensa’s phone rang and he took the call.

“Block,” he answered.

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