He was behind her in an instant, an arm clamped around her shoulders and chest, hauling her backwards. The top line of her hips slammed against the counter’s overhang, shooting pain through her legs and torso. He continued to wrench. Her shoulders ground against his chest; her back screamed in an unnatural arc; her legs overextended as she tried to keep the tips of her toes in contact with the shop’s scuffed floor.