Chapter 10
The deep, quiet voice didn't just break the silence of the bathroom; it absolutely shattered my drunk reality.
I whipped around so fast my equilibrium violently revolted. My vision did a cartoonish, slurred spin, and I only barely managed to keep my legs from folding by slamming my hands backward, gripping the cold porcelain edge of the sink counter for dear life.
Kade was leaning against the inside of the heavy oak door, his massive frame blocking the only exit.
He must have slipped in right behind me while I was staggering down the hallway, or perhaps while I was slamming the door on the laundry-room hookup couple.
In my absolutely inebriated state, distracted by the bass, the beer, and my own internal screaming match with my reflection, I hadn't heard the latch click or
