Double Daddy Trouble

He glared at both of us. “Are you two going to share her? Because I don't think you can split a woman down the middle. She needs one fiancé, not two.”

“You’re a dick,” Dylan spat.

I bared my teeth at him. “You’re not getting her.”

“Why? Because you’re suddenly so interested in warming up to someo

ne? You’re a cold-ass washed-up Seal.”

I jumped from my chair, clambering to get my hands around his neck.

“Shit, Isaac.” Dylan yanked on my bicep, holding me back.

Steve laughed. “Wow. I wasn't expecting this. What if we settle this like gentlemen? Why don’t you take a seat, Isaac?”

I tried to settle my pulse, and sat in the seat again.

Rocks took his eyes off me for a second. “What's your idea Steve?”

“We’re all doing this for the good of the organization.”

“That’s what you keep telling us,” one of the tight ends made his voice carry over the scuffle.

“Then why don’t you make a personal investment in the team. Let’s see how much this actually means to you.”

“What are you saying?” I pushed him. I didn’t like the games he played.

He grinned. “A gentlemen’s auction. We’ll start the bidding at a thousand.”

Dylan’s hand shot. “I’m in.”

I stared at him. “You’re going to bid for her?”

“Hell yeah.”

Rocks called out. “Two thousand.”

It happened so fast, I didn’t have time. My hand was up next. “Five thousand.” I glared at Rocks over the table.

Dylan chimed after me. “Fifty-five hundred.”

Rocks exhaled. “Fine. I'll go up to six grand.”

A few of the other guys threw bids in. We were up to fifteen thousand. Steve looked pleased with himself. I didn’t know where we would land, but I knew between Dylan and me we had a pretty good chance of keeping Vanessa out of Rocks’ hands.

The rest of the guys moved out of the way as the bidding got too rich for their blood. One came back from the locker room with a bottle of bourbon. And someone else broke out a box of cigars. The last time we were together like this was Luke’s bachelor party.

Although, now one of us was ready to give up being a bachelor even if it wasn't for real.

Steve looked pretty damn pleased with himself for concocting this entire scheme.

I wanted to ask Dylan how high he was willing to go. But I kept upping the bet every time Rocks raised his hand. Damn him.

“Gentlemen,” Steve taken his role seriously. “We’re up to almost thirty grand. Do you want to keep going, or is Isaac the lucky winner?”

“Hell no,” Rocks growled.

“I’m still in,” Dylan reported.