Dane
He had to take the car to the office by himself. Lila had stayed at the Penthouse all weekend, but she'd also stayed angry. They'd barely touched. He was so on edge, torn right down the middle between needing her, and needing her to be safe, that when she told him to go ahead, that she was running late and would follow in her own car, he'd frozen on the spot. She just stared and challenged him with her eyes.
He'd nodded and said, "Fine."
Then he'd spent half an hour organizing the team, halfway hoping she'd be ready before he was done so they'd have an excuse to travel together. But she hadn't and finally he'd had to leave. He was already late.
"You tell me the second she's on the move, and you give me point by point until she's in her office," he glared at Josh. The poor man just nodded and told him not to worry.
