Page 38 of Mensa's Match

“Not yet, but I also have anti-theft service on the car, so I should hear back soon.”

“What else did they ask you?”

“Nothing out of the ordinary, Mensa. They don’t think I had anything to do with the fire.”

Or they’re keeping that card close to their chest.

“How did you get my number?” she asked.

“Finn. He programmed it into my phone months ago just to fuck with me.”

She chuckled quietly and he wondered if she had tried to hide it from him. Then she said, “I should drop by one of Dontrell’s other restaurants. Make sure he’s all right.”

“Other than being pissed as hell, he’s fine.”

“How do you know?”

“I paid him a visit after I left the police station.”

She scoffed. “I should have done that, but I was wiped out.”

A small smile curled his lips at the thought of last night. “Yeah,” he whispered.

“Who could that be?” she asked.

“What are you talking about?”

“Hang on, someone’s at my door.”

There was a pause, and then she whispered, “Oh, Geez. Let me call you back.”

“No, I don’t like that tone. I’m staying on the line unless it’s someone you know.”

She sighed. “It’s my brother’s friend, Phil. I—”

“You ran into him at the station. Yeah, Monica said he hurried back to see you, but you’d left already.”

“Let me call you back.”

There was another knock at her door and he heard it over the line. Something about that bugged him.

“Do you want him there?”

“Mensa, it doesn’t matter. I can take care of this. Have a good night.”

She ended the call, and the bad feeling he had grew.

His lack of sleep had to be fucking with his head. She had FBI training. She’d be able to get rid of that guy. That didn’t change the fact thathewanted to be the one to get rid of him.

He had to shut that feeling down.

They fucked last night. It was the best he’d ever had, but she wasn’t the right woman for him. No matter how much he loved kissing her, or how great she tasted.

Shit.

He had to stop thinking about last night.

Ten minutes later, he sent a quick text to her, asking if Phil had left.

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