Page 72 of Mensa's Match

His brows drew together. “Who said I was questioned downtown?”

“Are you saying you weren’t?”

He sighed. “Mom, who told you that?”

She held out on answering for so long, he almost gave up. Then she said, “Finneas mentioned you were questioned.”

His head reared back. “Finn told you that?”

“That isn’t the point here.”

It was totally the point, because his mom wouldn’t have any reason to talk to Finn about Mensa going downtown for questioning. Mensa’s cousin, Jonah, had moved in with Mom and Dad. He was an avid gamer, and he’d bonded with Finn. The two of them routinely played different games, and Finn probably would have mentioned Mensa’s police questioning to Jonah.

That had to be how she knew. “Have you been eavesdropping on Jonah? He’s twenty-three, Mom. Just because he lives at your house doesn’t give you the right to listen in on his gaming conversations.”

She sighed. “Jonah’s had enough heartbreak in his life. He never tells me what’s going on with him and Denver, so as longas he lives here, I’m going to do my best to protect him from a young woman hurting him.”

He ran his hand through his hair. “Mom. He also deserves to live in a place where his privacy is respected since Uncle Jack damn sure had no respect for Jonah’s or Riley’s privacy.”

“Don’t you dare compare me to Jack,” she said in a stern voice. “Have the police caught the shooter?”

He let her have the subject change. “Not yet, and to be honest, they’re chalking it up to an aggravated bar fight. I’m safe, and you don’t have anything to worry about.”

At the familiar sound of her chuckle, he could practically see Mom’s skeptical expression. “You ever have children, Kenneth, you’ll find there’salwayssomething to worry about. I love you. Plan on coming to dinner on Sunday. It’d be nice if you brought Whitney along, too. Goodbye, dear.”

With the double beep of his phone, he knew she’d hung up on him, but he’d also be having words with Finn. Making Jonah feel like he was one of the guys was one thing, but sharing serious shit while gaming with his cousin wasn’t smart. His mom might have listened in physically, but who was to say someone couldn’t hack into their feed… and he could practically hear Finn say Mensa was overly paranoid.

Security meant everything in their world – at least as far as Mensa was concerned. He thought Finn understood that, but it seemed he needed a reminder.

His phone chimed with a text notification.

Your woman is getting in a car with Riley. Not sure where they’re going, I’m following them.

He nodded and sent a text back.

Good. Let me know where you end up.

He contemplated the last thing his mom said.It’d be nice if you brought Whitney along. If things were different between him and Whitney, he’d think it were too soon for a family dinner. But, the two of them were moving along at a rapid pace. He hardly ever helped his MC brothers move, and he damn sure didn’t help a woman move.

He couldn’t deny that something with her was different. The life or death situation with the Corrupt Chrome resulting in a shared hotel room, may have led to them getting physical, but it didn’t explain him calling her his woman.

The last fifteen months of dancing around her, complaining about her presence, and busting his ass to make sure he avoided her - it was all a strange prelude to reality.

She was it for him.

Suddenly, he wondered why Ben hadn’t taken more care. How could any man let a woman like her slip through his fingers?

He shook off that asinine line of thought. That man’s ignorance resulted in Mensa reaping the ultimate reward.

Another text came through.

They’re at the mall. Do I need to go inside?

Are you allergic to the mall, prospect?

No, but the fuckin’ perfume gives me a headache.

Mensa chuckled. With that information, he ought to insist that the prospect tail the women, but he didn’t want them aware of the prospect’s presence.

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