“You saw her panties,” another one said, leering in her direction. “No one’s getting laid tonight!”

And they all started laughing again.

She’d never been so humiliated. It felt as if the entire restaurant was full of men, all of them laughing at her. She—

A massive body clad in dark colors stepped in front of her. Before she could say anything, Hank’s big hand touched her arm and he was practically shielding her from everyone’s gaze. He’d stepped in front of her to confront the laughing man and was now looming over him, a deadly look in his eye.

“Don’t like the way you’re talking to my lady,” he growled, his voice so low it was barely audible. “Sure didn’t like the way you’re tryin’ to embarrass her.”

“Pal, I’mma let you in on a secret.” He laughed, drunkenly raising his glass into the air. “You ain’t getting any tonight. Did you see—”

To her surprise, Hank reached over and plucked the glass from the man’s hand and set it down on the bar. He leaned forward even more, inches from the man’s face. Becca was frozen on the spot, unable to look away.

Hank murmured something too low to hear, and the man at the bar blanched. His buddies averted their eyes. The biker rubbed his mouth and glanced over at her. “I . . . ah, right. I’m sorry, miss. Just got carried away.”

She stared at him in helpless, mute fury, not sure what else to say.

Hank turned and looked at her, waiting.

Was she supposed to give her approval? What would happen if she didn’t? For a moment, she wanted to beat the biker with her purse and shout obscenities in his face for making her feel so stupid, but she was frozen in place. All she did was nod and rush to the bathroom.

She just wanted this horrible evening to end already. It had started with such promise, but everything seemed to be going wrong, all of it.

Inside the bathroom, Becca sat on the toilet for a few long minutes and wept. She was still embarrassed. That hadn’t changed. She wished she’d been stronger. She wished she’d responded better. That she’d taken charge. Instead, she was hiding in the bathroom and weeping like an idiot because some jerk had harassed her. She hadn’t reacted. She’d frozen, and she was mad at herself over that as much as everything else.