Page 81 of Mensa's Match

“Great,” I muttered.

“Yeah. And tell your biker, I’m sorry I didn’t share that earlier this afternoon. I hadn’t been given my marching orders yet.”

I shook my head. “Repeat that.”

My twin leaned back. “You heard me. I caught him outside Twisted Talons, but that was before Rod went on a tear about keeping tabs on the restaurants. What the hell happened at the mall?”

I narrowed my eyes. “Oh, no. You aren’t going to redirect this conversation, bub. Why did you go see Mensa?”

He took a deep breath and stared at me.

We could stare at each other for hours without cracking – we were that stubborn.

Neither one of us had time for this, and I figured he had even less time since he was supposed to be working his case, so I broke the silence. “I don’t need you to protect me, Wyatt.”

“Tough. You’re my sister, I’ll do it anyway.”

I fought a grin. “For the record, I’m gonna make you eat those words when the right woman comes along.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Gonna be a long wait for that, sis. Back to my question, what happened at the mall?”

“Riley picked me up for lunch. We went to the mall, as we were leaving Rod came up behind us. Mensa showed and told Rod to get his hand off me—”

“He touched you?” Wyatt bit out.

My head tilted. “He grabbed hold of my elbow. Mensa wound up pinning him to the wall at knifepoint because I’m ‘his woman’.”

Wyatt frowned and turned away for a long moment. Finally, he faced me. “It sucks that I’m so conflicted about that.”

I laughed. “How can you be conflicted?”

He almost smiled. “As an FBI agent, I hate that you’re with a man who pulls a knife on someone in broad daylight. As yourbrother, though, I’m pleased he’d do that in order to force Rod to leave you alone.”

I rolled my eyes at that.

After years of me rolling my eyes at him, Wyatt ignored it. “You really want to be with a man like that? He’s willing to pull a knife on someone for touching you… what else is he likely to do?”

I tossed a hand out. “I know where you’re coming from with that question. But, he’s damn sure got a sense of loyalty I’ve never experienced with another man.”

“Loyalty—”

I grabbed Wyatt’s hand. “He’d never do what Ben did to me.”

His eyes widened. “No kidding, he’s not an agent.”

I shook my head. “No one’s cared about me like he does.”

“That’s lust talking.”

That didn’t just rub me the wrong way, it put things in perspective. What I felt for Mensa went beyond the realm of lust.

I glared at Wyatt. “You need to stop.”

“Or what?”

I didn’t do threats. “Or you’re gonna say something you can’t take back.”

“You’d cut me out for him?”

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