"Wrong room." I whirled around at the same moment.
They were both unfazed.
The taller one's lips extended into a smile. "Are you sure?" he inquired.
I followed his tilted chin to the sign above the door.
The hairs on the back of my neck rose like spikes at the glowing sign that marked the men's restroom from the women's.
I was indeed in the wrong restroom.
I gasped, picked up my hand bag, and started past them. I let go of a breath I hadn't realized I was holding as I passed the first man.
Just inches from the door, solid fingers clamped around my arm and pulled me back so suddenly my shoulder erupted with pain.
My heart lurched fiercely in my chest as I sucked in a breath through my teeth.
"Hey," the second man said mildly, like I'd bumped into him instead of
