"What do you think you’re doing?" I shouted, my voice cutting through the tension.

The men turned to face me, their eyes raking over me like predators sizing up prey. One of them, his gaze practically dripping with greed, smirked. "Well, well. Since when does Lindale have girls this pretty?"

Another chimed in, his tone mocking, "What’s it to you, sweetheart? You looking to rent a place, or are you friends with the lady in here?"

"Seems to me I ...