Page 4 of Mensa's Match

I stepped behind the counter and tucked my purse into a drawer. “Yeah, I’m sorry that took so long.”

“They must have been busy at Mick’s place.”

“No more than usual,” I muttered.

“Really? Then what was the hold up?”

I wobbled my head. “To start, Ben called.”

Aunt Nadia pulled off her glasses. “That boy…”

“Yeah,” I murmured.

“Something else happened.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Don’t lie to me, Whitney Janelle.”

I forced a smile. “The next time I’m craving Bayou Moon’s pizza, I’ll have to get it to go, that’s all.”

“Why? Did you get on Mick’s bad side somehow?”

I scoffed. “I know better than that.”

“Then why would you have to settle for take out?”

“I ran into Kenneth.”

Her brows drew together and her lips curled in distaste. “Who’s Kenneth?”

I sighed. “Mensa, okay. I’m surprised you only know these people by their road names.”

“Sandy only refers to them using those names. What does Mensa have to do with you not going out for pizza?”

I glanced out the front window. “Nothing. Like I said, it doesn’t matter.”

“You’re supposed to be smart, but you’ve lost half your IQ if you think I’m gonna fall for that. Hell, that’s a sign it absolutely matters.”

I leveled a dry look at her. “I’m attracted to him, but that’s irrelevant. He’s not my type. He can’t stand me. And I’m not getting involved with a man again for quite a while.”

She cackled.

I widened my eyes. “Don’t laugh at me like that. I know what that means. You think I’m full of it.”

She sobered. “No, I think those are famous last words, my dear. You’re so determined to have no man in your life right now that fate introduces you to Mensa.”

I shook my head. “Don’t bringfateinto this. There’s no way I’m entertaining that idea.”

Her knowing grin unsettled me. She shrugged a shoulder. “Have it your way. It still doesn’t explain why you have to steer clear of Bayou Moon.”

I returned her a knowing grin. “He warned me to stay away from him, Riley, and his Riot MC brothers. And because I’m a glutton for punishment, when I asked what he’d do if I didn’t heed his warning, he threatened me. I’m pretty sure fate has nothing to do with this one, Aunt Nadia.”

“I’m surprised he’d do such a thing to you. That’s disappointing.” She shuffled to the other end of the counter, and nudged a box with her foot. “While you were gone, the jerseys for the softball team came in. You can get to screen printing them while I finish up another patch for a VFW member.”

Chapter 2

That Look

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