Trick squeezed and twisted his fingers before dropping his arms to his sides and shaking them out. f**k. He was more nervous about this than he had ever been about running into any other s**t in his life. And he felt as though his stomach acids had started digesting his intestines half an hour ago. Knots the size of ripe lemons formed in his chest.
He paced the space outside the bathroom’s closed door like a predator cat stuck in a cage. After a few rounds, he glanced at his smart wristwatch. It was almost time for them to leave the ranch and head out. He stopped walking for a moment and listened for anything on the other side of the door. Nothing. There were no telling sounds to tell him what was happening inside the bathroom. Trick frowned.
His hand came up and scratched at the stubble
