Page 39 of Mensa's Match

Her reply was almost instant.

Not yet.

That sealed it.

He knifed out of his bed, tugged on his boots, grabbed his keys and wallet off the dresser, and stormed out to his bike.

Whitney’s apartment was fifteen minutes away from the clubhouse, but Mensa made it there in ten. His instincts were on high alert as he climbed the stairs to her apartment. Standingoutside her door, he heard Whitney’s voice, but couldn’t make out her words. The tone of her voice was clear though; she was getting impatient.

He knocked on her door and shifted foot-to-foot while he waited.

After a moment, she opened the door with a confused expression. “Mensa?”

“Hey, can I come in?”

A stocky man with olive skin walked up behind her. “No, you can’t. We’re in the middle of something.”

He glared at the man, then directed his gaze to Whitney. “His name on your lease?”

In a resigned tone, she said, “You know it isn’t.”

He grinned, and locked eyes with Phil. “Then it’s up to her if I can come in.”

Whitney did a long blink, but that sweet smile on her face said it all. She opened the door wide and glanced up at him. “By all means, Kenneth, come right in.”

Mensa prowled into the apartment.

Phil widened his eyes at Whitney. “Seriously, Whit? This is exactly what I’m talking about. You need to distance yourself from him. What were you thinking having his lawyer there today?”

Chapter 11

You Really Don't Share?

Whitney

I closed the doorand put my hands on my hips as I faced Phil. “To be fair, legal fees add up fast, Phil. At this point, I’m not averse to someone else picking up that bill. I’ve asked you to leave, what? At least four times now. It’s time for you to go.”

“You lied. I asked if you’d texted someone – and now this bonehead shows up.”

I hated being called a liar. Between that and the fact Phil wouldn’t listen to me, I snapped. “I’ve had a rough twenty-four hours, Phil, and I’ve asked you to leaverepeatedly. The only bonehead in this room is you. It’s time for you to go.”

He looked at me like I’d slapped him, then he blew out a sigh. “Right. I’m sorry, Whitney. I’ll go, but please think about what I said.”

I shook my head and shifted my gaze to Mensa. “I appreciate you coming over here, but it’d be a good idea for you to leave, too.”

I opened the door, but of course, Phil didn’t move until he’d given Mensa a long glower. He grabbed the knob and closed the door behind himself.

I turned to Mensa. “Thanks, but you didn’t have to ride all the way over here.”

“Fifteen minutes isn’t a big deal.”

Everything about this felt like a big deal, but I kept that to myself.

I shrugged. “He’s gone, you’ve done your good deed for the day.”

He turned and looked around my living room, then he sat down on the sofa and settled in like he’d stay a while. “I still want to know what they asked you.”

I folded a leg under my ass, sat on the opposite end of the sofa, and then I ran down all the questions they asked.

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