Page 77 of Mensa's Match

He nodded. “Yeah, but hit the shop near the Interstate. Ask for Terrance. He’ll set you up.”

She arched a brow. “Should I tell him you sent me?”

He shrugged a shoulder. “You can, but I’m gonna tell him to expect you.”

“Why would you do that?”

“He’ll help you get what you need.”

“You’re being enigmatic.”

“There’s no mystery in those words.”

She chuckled. “Sure there isn’t.”

He shook his head. “The timing sucks, but seems you’re gonna learn in a trial by fire.”

“Pardon me?”

“I called you my woman, and it threw us both. Thing is I meant it, and still do. Between that and Rod, you’re finding out exactly what being mine will mean.”

“And Terrance fits into this how?”

He smiled. “Terrance will help you with more than a helmet.”

“I got that, Genius.”

“Then I’m not being mysterious.”

She growled before she spoke. “Fine. I got work to do, but thanks for the ride.”

He fought off his laughter, then arched his brows. “You’re always welcome, but you’re forgetting something.”

She leaned up and pecked his lips.

He dipped his chin. “Are you fucking with me?”

She chuckled. “No, but I’m not making ou—”

He pulled her to him and laid a heavy kiss on her. Then he cut it off just as fast.

“That’s more like it,” he muttered.

She sighed. “And now I gotta face Aunt Nadia.”

“She’ll be happy for you.”

Her lips twisted with skepticism. “Yeah, if I kept that private.”

“There’s more to Nadia than what meets the eye.”

Her eyes widened. “There you go again! What’s that supposed to mean?”

Mensa ran a hand through his hair. “Normally, I keep my mouth shut about this type of thing, but she never married, right?”

Whitney’s expression hardened. “Yes, but that doesn’t—”

He grabbed her hand. “She had it bad for Brink – our last president.”

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