Dane
He got to his feet with a groan and walked slowly to the window to stare at the lights outside. Pushed away a memory of Lila coming to him in the Penthouse the other night when he'd gotten in late and had been watching the city from their bedroom… and everything that had happened after. He swallowed and breathed and found the calm and stayed in it. Because that was what he needed.
It was why his father had taught him to embrace it.
"What do we know so far?" he asked the room, though he hadn't turned. In the reflection of the window he saw Chris and Josh look at each other, and Tank frown. "Debrief me," he snapped.
Chris sighed and pressed his lips thin, but turned on his phone and started flipping through whatever he had on there.
