"Not bad," Gorilla mused, a crooked smile tugging at his lips. "Definitely my type."
Kade froze.
A cold sweat threatened to break across his skin as he hurriedly zipped up his trousers, his fingers fumbling in his haste.
"Wh… who are you?" he asked, hating the tremor in his own voice.
He knew exactly who the man was.
His mother's warnings, the photographs she'd forced him to memorize—they all came rushing back. Standing face to face with Gorilla was far worse than seeing him on paper. The man's towering frame and the pistol resting comfortably in his hand made Kade feel painfully small.
"I… I'm using this stall," Kade added, forcing his voice deeper than it naturally was.
The attempt sounded hollow.
Gorilla ignored him completely.
He stepped fully into the stall.
His broad shoulders seemed to swallow the already cramped space, leaving Kade with little room to breathe. Instinctively, Kade took another step backward until his spine met the tiled wall.
