Page 80 of Mensa's Match

He reached out and shook my hand. “In the flesh. Kenny tells me you need a helmet.”

I couldn’t hide my surprise at Terrance using that name. “Yes. Um, he let’s you call him that?”

Terrance chuckled and his eyes twinkled. “Few people stop me from calling them what I want.”

I nodded. “Right. I’m torn on a full helmet or something like Mensa’s half-helmet. I’ve gotten used to it, but we haven’t gone on a long—”

“I’ve got three picked out for you,” Terrance interrupted.

It struck me that he had the personality of a salesperson, but him cutting me off raised a question.

“Okay. Is this a test?”

He shot me a quizzical look. “Now, why would a beauty like you expect a test?”

I shrugged. “Mensa mentioned that you would set me straight.”

He tipped his head. “Right. You ever been to a rally?”

“No, but I’ve visited Sturgis.”

After a patient smile, he said, “If it ain’t when everyone’s there, it don’t matter. You gonna ride with him to Daytona? Or anywhere that’s an all-day trip?”

“Maybe,” I hedged.

“Helmets aren’t a dime a dozen, Whitney. Your head is just as important as your heart. Gotta take care of both. Which is why I need to know how long you plan to ride behind Kenny.”

Again, I thought we were talking about more than bike accessories. “Life can be unpredictable, but I plan to take a long ride with Kenneth.”

He laughed. “Kenneth! Does heletyou call him that?”

I cocked a brow. “Few people stop me from calling them by their given name.”

He smiled, and it was bigger and brighter than any before. “I like you.”

I dipped my chin. “If we’re done with this crazy dance, and I’ve passed muster, I think I like you too.”

He chuckled. “Yep. You’re definitely what Kenny needs. No doubt about it.”

Terrance bagged my Bluetooth-enabled helmet and sent me out the door at five minutes to seven. My stomach growled as I put my Elantra into gear. We had gyros last night, but Mensa admitted to never having tabbouleh. One of Donny’s restaurants was on the way home, and I stopped.

A bike rolled in behind me, but it wasn’t the prospect. That was strange since he’d stuck close to me earlier. I locked my car, and finally saw the prospect pull into the lot.

I settled down in a booth to wait for my to-go order. No sooner had I unlocked my phone, than someone slid in across from me.

“What are you thinking coming here right now, Whit?”

My head reared back when I took in my brother, Wyatt. It was strange seeing him wearing a patchless leather cut with his hair in desperate need of a good trim. “I could ask you the same thing. Do you want your cover blown?”

“Iron’s out of town and left Rod in charge. And Rod only cares about one thing right now: findingyou. He ordered the prospects to watch all three locations of DeeLight’s, but he forgot that out of their four prospects, only two were available. You’re lucky he asked me to come to this one.”

I appreciated his concern, but this was getting out of hand. I couldn’t let Rod dictate where I went or force me into hiding in my apartment. “Wyatt—”

He rested his forearms on the table and leaned forward. “You’re asking for trouble coming here.”

“I have to live my life, Wyatt. Besides, my order will be ready in five minutes.”

He sighed. “You need to lay low. Whatever went down at the mall today only made Rod more determined to take you from Mensa.”

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