Page 78 of Mensa's Match

“What?” she asked, her voice full of dismay. “That’s… that’s something she’d have—”

“Kept private?”

“Well… yeah. But Mensa, what would have kept them apart?”

“The daughter he had, possibly. His inability to stay faithful, definitely. Though to be fair, I don’t know Nadia well enough to say. It’s just that most women frown on cheating.”

She cocked her head to the side. “Yeah. Most of us definitely do. Areyouable to be faithful?”

He shot her a pointed look. “Why do you think I hadn’t been laid since February? You in that fucking blue dress at Finn and Riley’s wedding. Shit, I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

She pressed her lips together to hide her smile.

He glanced to the side and back to her. “So noted, you enjoy my pain.”

She shook her head. “Not at all. I’m just flattered.”

He pulled her closer. “Good. Kiss me again. Nadia isn’t going to have an issue with it. She knows how bikers are – more than you know.”

“I guess you’re right.”

She kissed him, he took it deeper, then she pulled back.

“Do I have to keep this to myself?”

Mensa wobbled his head. “That’s up to you. Nobody told me I had to keep it quiet.”

Her head bobbed in three short nods as though she were deliberating it. “I’ll be done here around five-thirty.”

“Yeah. A prospect will be here if I’m not.”

She didn’t quite roll her eyes at him. “Mensa—”

“Rod’s out there and even if he snuck off at the mall, he didn’t get my message. You’re gonna be covered, Blume. I don’t care about your FBI training.”

She pouted, but it was half-hearted. “Fine. You’re wasting that poor prospect’s time, though.”

“It’s my job to waste a prospect’s time, baby.”

“Am I dragging this prospect to see Terrance?”

He grinned. “Maybe. We’ll see. When you’re done with Terrance, let me know if you want to be at the clubhouse or your apartment.”

“I can tell you that now: my place.”

“Got it.”

“What are you going to be doing?”

“Inventory at the bar.”

She turned her head an inch. “Does that mean something else?”

He laughed. “No, Blume. Inventory is inventory and it’s boring as hell.”

Her eyebrows rose. “Okay. Please, don’t go looking for Rod. Nothing good will come of it.”

Mensa shut his saddlebag and heard another bike pull into the lot for Twisted Talons. The rider parked beside him and powered off his Harley.

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