Dane
Dane's amusement didn't last long. While Chris tried to pretend he wasn't embarrassed, and Delilah stammered apologies, Dane stepped up to see if Chris was okay, but quickly realized Delilah was the one who was shaking.
Chris had really frightened her. Why? Dane frowned. Chris hadn't done anything to hurt her . . . had he? Had something happened between them earlier that Dane didn't know about? Had she been feeling unsafe already?
The smile he'd been fighting dissolved.
"Please, rest assured, Chris, I don't make a habit of—" Delilah said, her voice too high.
Chris smiled, but his eyes were bright with anger he was trying to stifle. "Lila, seriously, it's fine. I startled you. Next time I'll say your name instead." And then the smile softened, changed. To Dane's disgust, it became that charming smile he always used on women he was attracted to. Dane's anger began to simmer again.
