I whirl around at a loud bang. Cash stands in the doorway, looking so good—so angry—my right knee literally gives out. I grab at the lip of the sink behind me, steadying myself. “You can’t—you shouldn’t be in here,” I stammer. The door swings shut behind him as he stalks into the room. His scent—eucalyptus, skin kissed with sweat—fills my head. My heart lurches as he begins to push open each stall door. “Everybody out. Now.”
