Sean honestly couldn’t see what Isaac had ever liked about Beck. The man was pushy and temperamental.
Punching him felt good.
For thirty seconds after Sean punched him, none of them moved.
His hand hurt way more than he’d expected it to, but it was worth it.
“Oh god,” Isaac muttered. “I’ll get an icepack.” He disappeared into the kitchen behind Sean.
Beck worked his jaw. “That’s how you want it? Fine.” He threw a wide right hook.
The closest thing to a fight Sean had ever been in was that day a mugger grabbed him, and that hadn’t even been a fight. He was not prepared for Beck to come after him.
Isaac’s tiny apartment worked in his favor, though. There wasn’t room for a real fight, and after only a few jabs they tripped and grappled on the floor.
“Hey!” Isaac yelled. “Knock it off!”
Beck’s elbow jammed itself under Sean’s ribs. Sean retaliated with a knee in Beck’s kidney.
“Beck! Sean!”