Page 68 of Mensa's Match

Chapter 17

You Aren't Safe

Whitney

Finn, Mensa, and Gamblebrought in my sofa, setting it against the wall opposite my flat screen television.

“How is this the last thing to move?” Gamble asked.

I smiled. “Because it was the first thing we moved out of Jackson. First in is the last out.”

“Yeah,” Gamble whispered.

I held up a six-pack. “All I have is Sam Adam’s Summer Ale. Or I can go buy a twelve pack of whatever you like.”

“No, Sam Adam’s is great,” Finn said, grabbing a bottle and digging his key chain out of his pocket. I noticed a bottle opener dangling from the ring.

Gamble waved the beer away. “I gotta go.” He winked at me. “Besides, you don’t owe me for this, Mensa does.”

“Riley dropped me here, she should be around soon,” Finn said.

Gamble wandered out, and I looked around my living room. “I’m gonna need a bigger apartment.”

Mensa chuckled. “You get rid of a piece of furniture, and it’ll be fine.”

I pointed at a small tweed love seat. “That can go. It was Wyatt’s, before he went all leather.”

Finn put his beer down. “Let’s go, Mensa. We’ll take it out.”

Mensa nodded, but pinned his gaze on me. “After this, I’m gonna take Har’s truck back and ride my bike over here. You can come with me.”

I arched my brows. “I’ll stay here. Get a box or three unpacked.”

He shot me a hard stare. “Then Finn and Riley stay until I’m back.”

I pressed my lips together. “I can take care of myself, Mensa. The door will be locked, too.”

He shook his head. “I’m not taking chances here, Blume.”

“I’d rather not keep Finn and Riley here. He’s helped out plenty.”

“Then we both go to Har’s. Have you met Stephanie?”

I nodded slowly. “Briefly. I’m not trying to be antisocial, Mensa. Moving sucks, and the faster I unpack, the less it’ll be on my mind.”

Finn’s eyes darted to Mensa for a second, then he cocked a brow at me. “Not that I disagree with you, but humor him. It’s a twenty-minute ride round trip.”

I offered him a wan smile. “Which means I’m looking at an hour if I have to make small talk.”

Finn shrugged a shoulder. “He wants to keep you safe. Can’t fault him for that.”

Was I really going to be with a biker?

That was a stupid question. He called me his woman, and I’d almost called him my man. We were doing this, and the least I could do was appease his protective ways.

“Fine. I’ll ride with Mensa.”

Finn smiled – it was sexy, but it lacked the mischievous quality of Mensa’s. “Good choice. Stephanie won’t bend your ear too much anyway. Hell, she could be working tonight.”

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