Before she can reply, I grab one arm, and Hunter grabs the other as Shawn walks ahead of us to get the door. The asshole flails about, and when we toss him onto the sidewalk, he jumps up and punches me in the gut.

I see red, then come up with my elbow and clip him in the jaw, pinning him against the wall before getting in his face.

“She said no, asshole,” I growl at him. “Now, you can leave on your own, or we can call the cops.”

“Fuck you. What do you care about that stupid cunt? Give me ten minutes with her, and she won’t be saying no for long.”

“Motherfucker,” Hunter says, pacing behind me. “Call them.”

“Already on it,” I hear Shawn say.

“I bet we’ll find date rape drugs in your pocket, won’t we?”

“Fuck you,” he says again as sirens wail in the distance. “Jesus, what the hell? We were just having some fun.”

“No. You weren’t.”

Within minutes, the cops arrive. After talking with the woman and us and finding the drugs I suspected were there, they arrest the asshole and haul him away.

“How did she know about the angel shot?” I ask as I sit on my stool once more. Not everyone knows that if they ask the bartender for an angel shot, it’s code for a jerk is harassing me, and I don’t feel safe.

“Maggie had the flier printed and hung in the bathroom,” Keegan says. “We’ve had one too many girls getting harassed by drunk pricks who don’t know how to take no for an answer.”

“I hate guys like that,” Maggie says with a scowl and then turns her head when she hears the rowdy college crowd let out some hoots and cheers. “I’ll take those kids over that any day.”

She leaves to check on the table in question, and I turn back to Keegan as Hunter sits next to me. “I don’t like how often we have issues in here.”

“It’s part of running an establishment that serves alcohol,” he says reasonably. “And it doesn’t happen nearly as often as it does in the city. Most people just want a pint or two, some food for their bellies, and then they’re on their way.”

But I remember the night that Maggie got punched in the face, and it makes my stomach harden with ice.

Hunter sips his beer and glances over at me. “We love our girls, and we don’t want them working where they might get hurt.”

“Yeah.” I take a drink of my brew. “That about sums it up.”

“Maeve was attacked in one of the homes she was showing,” he says. “It’s not always just because of the pub or the alcohol. People just suck, Cam. But we’ll do everything we can to make sure they’re safe.”