He lowered his beer. “Yeah, that’s him.”
Him.Good-looking in a way that bothered Decker more than it fucking should.
What did Willow say? She went for good-looking men.
When the guy reached for Willow’s hips, she danced out of reach.
“Who the hell is this guy?” Decker demanded.
“Works at the trucking company. He’s been after Willow for a few months,” Oaks responded. “Did you warn him off her, Colt?”
“I asked his intentions and he didn’t have any answer, so I encouraged him to look elsewhere.”
“Bastard didn’t get the memo.” Decker set his beer down with a hard clunk.
The guy hooked an arm around her middle and tugged her toward him. Willow’s hand landed on his chest to push him away.
Oaks’s chair scraped back as he shot to his feet. “I’m not watching this play out.”
When her brother hit the dance floor, he had no intention of showing off his moves. He stepped up behind his kid sister and glowered at the guy.
He released Willow and backed off, skulking away to his barstool. Willow turned to Oaks, but Decker couldn’t see her face.
“Think she’s gonna slap him for interfering?” Colt asked.
Suddenly, she threw her arms around her brother.
In that instant, Decker realized that this was what her brothers did—they chased away every guy who got near their sister.
Every guy except him.
Carson caught them kissing, and nobody warned him off her.
They didn’t mind Decker going along on errands…protecting her. But how much would they tolerate before they stepped in like they always did?
A loud clatter sounded as somebody banged into a table. A chair flipped.
The entire Black Heart Security team was on their feet in a blink, moving toward the fistfight on the dance floor.
Decker’s spine locked. Felicity and Willow were right in the middle of it.
“I had the next dance with the blonde!” A cowboy shoved another, who took a wild swing.
Decker caught Carson’s nod and moved. In a heartbeat he had Felicity by the arm, steering her toward the exit while his other hand locked firmly around Willow. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a flash of movement—an arm cocked back, a beer bottle clutched like a weapon.
Rage detonated in his chest. Only one thought pounded through him: protect.
He shoved the women clear and pivoted, his hand snapping to the man’s throat. With a surge of raw strength, he slammed him into the wall.
Chapter Eight
One minute Willow had been dancing and the next a shoving match erupted between two drunk guys fighting over who got the next dance with Felicity.
Then Decker was propelling them both out the door. But when his hand left hers and locked around that guy’s neck, pinning him to the wall with as much effort as it took to crush a fly, Willow clapped a hand over her mouth.
God, he was strong.
And hot as hell.
