“You don’t mess with your friend’s wife. He and I used to be close, practically brothers. Now he’s got his eye on his own brother’s wife. Seriously, what kind of person does that?”
Harold let out a dry laugh. “Ethan, you can call me out for anything else and maybe I’d have nothing to say. But when it comes to wanting a friend’s wife, you’re the last person who should talk.”
He shrugged. “Don’t forget, you did the same thing. How many years did you pine after Natalie? Wasn’t she your best friend’s wife? You really don’t have any ground to stand on.”
Ethan rolled his eyes. “I’m trying to let that all go. I don’t want anyone else’s wife anymore. I just want mine back.”
He reached for Isabella’s hand, his voice gentler now. “Isabella, come on, just let me take you home. Not like that, I mean, I’ll give you a ride. We’re neighbors, so it’s on my way.”
He looked at her earnestly. “Plus, you’re only in this mess because of me. I owe it to you to keep you safe. From now on, I’ll drive you to and from work. If I can’t make it, I’ll have my bodyguard do it. You won’t have to pay him, it’s the least I can do since I got you involved.”
He started to guide her toward his car.
Isabella pulled her hand back, her patience wearing thin. “You two need to stop already. Enough with the blame game. I’m not getting in either of your cars.”
She turned and walked out of the coffee shop, leaving them behind.
Both guys hurried after her.
“Isabella, we’re done fighting, I swear. I’ll do whatever you say. Please don’t be mad. It’s so late, you won’t be able to get a cab, and the scooter’s not an option. Just let me drive you,” Ethan pleaded, following close.
Harold wasn’t about to let Ethan get ahead. “Yeah, let one of us take you home, okay?”
Isabella didn’t even look at them. She waited until the two men and their bodyguards were outside, then spun around to lock up the shop.
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