Knocked Out By Love (Love to the Extreme) Read Free Page B

matter. He’s not here. Just his wife.”
    “Some sort of girl’s weekend?”
    He hoped so. This would be even more fucked up if she were here alone. “Not sure. I only saw her.”
    Two women passing behind Blake in the distance caught Brody’s attention. The tight, tie-dyed dress helped him recognize one of them immediately, and the noticeably inebriated sway of her walk concerned him. Scarlett wasn’t a drinker, but it was damn clear she was drunk as hell, especially as she tripped over her own feet and started giggling. Yet another out of character moment. But at least it looked like she wasn’t here alone.
    “Let’s see where those two end up,” Brody said, nudging his chin in the ladies’ direction.
    Blake glanced over his shoulder and whistled softly. “I like the way you think, cousin. That one in the blue dress… daaaamn .”
    Brody scowled. “She’s off-limits.”
    Blake turned back toward him and raised a brow. “Calling dibs?”
    “Yeah, I’m calling dibs. She’s Ryan’s wife.”
    He had to keep repeating those words to remind himself. He wasn’t sure what she was up to, but the lack of a wedding band was way more tempting than he wanted to admit. No matter if she had a ring or not, she would always be his best friend’s wife.
    “Seriously, dude?” Blake jerked his head back in surprise. “You going stalker?”
    “No. But I’m here, and Ryan isn’t. If she’s up to something, I need to know.”
    “I think it’s her business, and whatever’s going on inside her marriage is none of yours.”
    Truer words had never been spoken. So why did he feel like he had to get to the bottom of it? Why did it seem so damn important?
    He really couldn’t take the time to analyze it. He’d spent most of the last two years—especially the last year—doing anything but analyzing the way he did or didn’t feel about Scarlett.
    “Maybe so,” he said. “But either way, if I know she’s just having a fun girl’s weekend, then I can go about my own business. If it’s not, I really need to let Ryan know.”
    Blake studied him for a long minute. “All right, cuz. You do what you got to do. The dark-haired one in the black dress is a lot shorter than I usually go for, but definitely smokin’.”
    “That’s Delaney, Scarlett’s best friend. Don’t let her size fool you. She might be barely five feet, but she’s feisty as hell.”
    “Not married, right? I have no interest in getting caught up in any drama.”
    “Last time I saw her, she was in a relationship with some dude Scarlett didn’t like, but that was almost a year ago.”
    “Relationships are fair game, my man. I don’t fuck with married women, but if a guy isn’t smart enough to claim one, then she’s still on the market.” Blake winked then turned in the direction the girls had gone.
    Brody kept his distance. The way Scarlett had reacted earlier when he’d confronted her, she would flip the hell out if she saw him openly following her. He didn’t want or need that. He just wanted to watch her, make sure she was really okay. Damn it. He didn’t like how drunk she was. Alcohol mixed with her earlier attitude was a fucking recipe for disaster. Hell, he didn’t know much about Delaney. Was it possible she’d given Scarlett something stronger than alcohol?
    When the girls entered one of the resort’s bars, thumping eighties music poured out the door. Blake halted with a grimace. “Not my scene, dude.”
    It wasn’t Brody’s, either. In Atlanta, there was a popular club called the Boot Scoot that most of the fighters frequented. He was not one of them, and only went a couple of times a year to be social with the guys at his gym. Clubs had never been his thing. Too loud, too crowded, and too full of drunk people. However, for Scarlett he was willing to make an exception.
    “We’re on vacation. Might as well broaden our horizons.”
    Blake muttered under his breath as he stalked to the door and yanked it open. As the music