Page 73 of Mensa's Match

No, just watch Riley’s car.

Mensa couldn’t stand the mall either, but he had the sudden urge to see his woman and ask her to Sunday dinner.

Chapter 19

Hard Pass

Whitney

Riley wandered into HardPressed with a grin. “How’s it goin’?”

I saved the Facebook ad I was working on and looked up. “Good. Shouldn’t you be at work?”

She smiled. “Har took a long lunch and told me to do the same. Wanna hit the mall?”

“Tempting, but I’d rather hit a Harley shop if you’re up for it.”

“What for?”

“Mensa should be wearing his helmet, but he makes me wear it instead. Figured I would get my own.”

She shot me a reluctant smile as she nodded. “You ought to let Mensa handle that.”

I blinked at her. “Why? Is it the cost? I priced some online, but I need to try one on.”

Putting her wristlet on the counter, she leaned toward me. “I feel sure he’d want to provide for you. Besides, he might have a spare that he’s—”

I’d switched back to my Boho bag and I grabbed it from under the counter. “Don’t worry. I’ll let Mensa know what I’m thinking. Let’s hit the mall, I need some body wash and I’m craving some Snickerdoodles.”

Twenty minutes later, I had downed three cookies while Riley sipped a smoothie.

“Are you happy at the shop?” she asked.

I lifted a shoulder. “I suppose. It feels like it’s too soon to say. I have more to learn before I'll be certain.” I tipped my head toward her. “What about you? Enjoying the paint fumes at the body shop?”

She chuckled. “Surprisingly, I don’t smell them much. Probably because Har doesn’t want his office to reek any more than it has to, but, yeah. It’s good over there. It hardly even feels like work half the time.”

“You can’t beat that,” I muttered.

“You got that right,” she said, sipping her smoothie.

I sensed she had something on her mind. Rather than prompt her, I waited her out.

“It’s new, but are you happy with Mensa?” she finally asked.

I laughed. “I am happy, but I didn’t really want another man in my life right now.”

She gave me a ‘don’t bullshit me’ look.

“What? I didn’t.”

Her lips twisted to the side. “The way you and Mensa act around each other… no. You both wanted each other for a while.”

I considered that for a moment. “Yeah, but I wanted him in custody at first.”

“Are you serious?”

I cocked my head. “Those brothers have all done things. Something about Mensa never getting caught bugged me.”

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