Hamish shoved him back, and he shoved Hamish a second time, but harder.
Assholes.
Callie ran outside and stepped in front of Hamish. “What the hell are you doing?”
The guy’s brows rose, surprise flickering through his eyes. “Hey. You’re the girl from the bar. The one with that alpha-dick boyfriend.”
“Apologize to Hamish.”
“Why? This another boyfriend of yours? He gonna hit me too?”
Asshole number two scoffed. “He could try.”
The first guy’s cocky grin widened before he stepped forward and touched her hip. “If I recall correctly, we had some unfinished business.”
“Leave her alone,” Hamish said, stepping forward.
Callie shoved at the guy’s chest, but he didn’t budge. “You have two seconds to drop your hands.”
“Or what? You hurt me with your pretty face?”
“Or I kick you in the balls.”
He held her gaze for one more beat before laughing and stepping back. “Luckily for you, I have somewhere to be.”
The other guy shoved Hamish, who stumbled a second time as the two men walked away.
Jesus, why were they such dicks? She turned and touched Hamish’s arm. “Are you okay?”
“Y-yes. Are you?”
“I’m fine.”
Hamish scrubbed a hand over his face, bumping his glasses. “I’m sorry.”
“Hey, it’s not your fault they’re jerks.”
“But I should have…” He shook his head, red tingeing his cheeks.
He was embarrassed. He shouldn’t be. “Hamish, they’re bullies. You don’t need to—”
“I should go. I’ll see you next time, Callie.”
For the second time that afternoon, he walked away before she could think of anything to say to make him feel better. And now she felt double guilty, even though she had no idea what she could have done differently.
Running her fingers through her hair, she realized she was trembling. Even though she’d played it tough, the guy had shaken her. If it wasn’t broad daylight with people around, would he have done more than just touch her?
Argh, she hated that she was affected by those lowlifes.
She stepped back inside and moved to the desk. Lifting her laptop, she then took it to the back room, where she set it on the table before making coffee. Maybe some admin work would make her calmer.
Once her drink was ready, she sat at the small table and went through her emails. She was taking a sip of coffee when she saw an email from an unknown sender, untitled.
Frowning, she clicked into it.
He’s not good enough for you. He’s never been good enough for you.
She shot back from her computer like it was a bomb about to detonate.
