“I’m serious. Get away from her or I’m gonna make you.”
The drunk snorts. “Just how the hell do you think you’re going to do that?”
“Like this.”
I’m yanked away from the bar by one set of hands as another fist flies past me so close that I can feel the breeze. I’m still gasping for breath and trying to shake my long red hair out of my face when all hell breaks loose.
Screams erupt and it’s just like one of those movies with the bar fight. One set of guys fighting turns into fists flying all over the room and the sound of breaking glass. Chairs fly and the guy who grabbed my arm drags me back further.
“Come on. Let’s get out of the way.”
The dark-haired man turns when I pull at my arm. He’s strong and I can’t get away from him.
“What’s wrong?”
“What about that guy? The one who tried to help me?”
“That’s my cousin. He’ll be fine.” The guy’s dark green eyes dance as he dodges another fist and then his other hand goes outand slugs a guy in the shoulder, knocking him back. “Back the hell up and leave the lady alone.”
“Are you sure?”
“Oh yeah! Stone will be fine. He’s probably having a good time.”
My mouth twists. “Fighting is not fun. And it’s a bad thing.” My head whips around. It’s like Roadhouse in here. Fists and chairs and screams everywhere. Some people are already running out of the doors trying to get out of the way of the melee.
The dark-haired guy grins back at me. “Sometimes it’s necessary.”
Jerking at my arm again, I growl, “I don’t even know your name and you’re manhandling me! Let me go!”
“Naw. Stone would be mad if I let you get hurt after he tried to help you. And my name’s Jules. Jules Jacobson. That’s my cousin, Stone Jacobson back there.”
He glances back and chuckles roughly. “I think that fight is about over.”
I look over my shoulder and I’m shocked when I see the big drunk guy lying on the ground against the bar, his eyes open but blank. The bigger guy is squatted down beside him and he’s saying something to him that makes the guy nod his head.
Stone Jacobson stands up and his dark eyes slew around the room, finding my eyes and it feels like everything just fades away. The music is gone, the chairs and screams and fists…all of it disappears. All that’s left is the big guy stalking towards me, his strides panther-light and strong. His tight jeans fit every inch of his muscular legs so well that I can see his thick thighs bunch and flex. He twists and his blue plaid flannel shirt pulls tight at his slim waist that’s tucked into his worn, pale blue jeans. He’s tanned and toned and devastating to watch and my mouth waters enough that I reach up to make sure that I’m not drooling.
He reaches us and holds out his hand to me and without thinking, I put my hand out. He wraps both of his around my much-smaller hand and I feel like I’m engulfed in his warmth, the rough texture of his skin. The clean, fresh lemon and pine scent of him with a subtle scent underneath it that gives him a sexy smell that makes my nose twitch.
I want to lean in and take a big whiff but I don’t.
He leans in closer and pats my fingers. “You good, honey?”
My tongue is stuck to the roof of my mouth. I can’t speak. Can’t think about anything but the big guy holding my hand so gently, rubbing softly. Heat pools in my belly and I grimace.
Backing away, I finally find my tongue. “You didn’t have to do that,” I mutter under my breath.
His dark brow quirks. “You’re welcome, sweetheart.”
Rodney runs up and pushes between us and then his silver brows lift. “Oh hey, Stone. How’s your brother?”
All around us there’s still pockets of fighting and a few cops are running in the door, trying to break it up. And these guys are just chatting like nothing is wrong.
Huffing, I step back and the other guy, Jules, smirks at me. “Going somewhere?”
“I’m gonna get out of this lunacy before I get arrested.”
He cocks his head. “Don’t worry. You won’t get arrested.”
