Page 84 of Tempting Wyatt

“Fuck,” I bite out when I see the altercation brewing. “Stay here.”

By the time I reach the arguing women with my brother attempting to mediate between them, another man claiming to be the blonde’s brother has joined the mix. He’s wearing a fire department shirt from a few towns over and holding a pool stick.

This is why none of us like to go out with Isaac. All that charm of his usually gets one or more of us into a bar fight.

“She’s married, dickhead,” the guy barks in my brother’s face.

Isaac shrugs, unfazed. “She didn’t mention that.”

The blonde attempts to shove the guy back a step. “I’m separated, Derek. You know this. Go play pool and mind your own damn business.”

Derek’s glare, burning a hole through Isaac, makes me think he isn’t taking her advice anytime soon. “Does Mike know you’re out, fucking other dudes, Dana? Because I’m pretty sure he’s at the station, pulling double shifts to try and get it together so you can work things out.”

“You don’t know jack shit,” the Dana lady argues. “Ask him about your captain’s bachelor party last month. And about how marriedhedidn’t act in Vegas.”

Isaac places a hand up. “I don’t want any trouble. Clearly, this is a private family discussion. You two have a nice night.”

The redhead takes Isaac’s arm and tries to lead him away from the ordeal. Bless her. But the blonde isn’t giving up without a fight.

“So much for being a real cowboy,” she challenges,placing a hand on her hip and nodding toward the redhead. “A real cowboy would’ve taken us both home tonight.”

Well, damn.

Isaac is not one to back down from a challenge. Definitely not one involving multiple naked women.

He glances over his shoulder at her. “If that’s a bona fide offer, sweetheart, meet us at my truck out front. It’s black. HasTriple Creek Ranchprinted on the side. Can’t miss it.”

Her chin tips upward. “I used to be a barrel racer, honey. I can ride all night.”

The redhead, who I now recognize as Carly Rae Brannigan—a rowdy local rodeo Queen who also has a penchant for bar fights—winks at the blonde. “I’m still a barrel racer, blondie. Best bring your A game if you plan to outride me.”

Fucking Isaac. I swear, his dick is going to get this bar burned to the ground one day. Maybe our ranch, too.

Just when I think the situation is defused and I can get back to getting Ivy home and naked, good ol’ Derek makes an epically bad decision.

“Whatever, Dana. Go be a whore then. But don’t come crying to me when Mike kicks your ass out for giving him whatever disease you get from fucking this pretty boy.”

Isaac doesn’t mind being called names. Hell, we’ve been called worse. But we have two sisters, and no one gets away with disrespecting women to that degree in our presence.

I see the punch coming before Derek does. “Isaac, don’t?—”

Too late. The crunch of bone on bone is as loud as the pool balls clanking together behind us. The blonde and the redhead wince in unison.

I get between the fight and the women, blocking them from the chaos, as Derek returns the punch, only for Isaac toshove him onto the table beside us. Empty glasses and beer bottles shatter as they hit the floor.

“It’s not nice to name call. I think you need to apologize to the lady,” Isaac says evenly, pinning him by the throat. “Now.”

Isaac is leaner than me, but has always been freakishly strong. I’ve watched a few guys my size get their asses kicked because they underestimated him.

Derek, the dumb dickhead, spits in his face.

Isaac grins. Because as charming as he is, he’s a true cowboy, which means he has plenty of inner psychopath. Blood and spit don’t bother him.

I see the hard, excited glint in his eyes.

Ah hell.There went the possibility of getting Ivy naked in my bed anytime soon.

A man I didn’t see approaching takes a swing at Isaac, misses, and clocks me in the jaw with a solid sucker punch. I attempt to grab the guy by his buffalo plaid flannel shirt and move him aside, but he swings again, forcing me to duck.