Dane
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Dane growled as his brother as he slammed the office door behind them. "You know you can't sleep with Delilah—or any staff member."
"I wasn't trying to sleep with her. I was making peace. But forget that, what was that phone call?"
"A credible threat," Dane snapped, storming over to his desk to open his laptop and bring up their intelligence software.
"Against who?" Chris was suddenly all business. Dane appreciated that much, at least.
"Me." He sat down, so angry that they had yet another storm to chase. It was like all the possible things that could go wrong in his life were going wrong. At the same time. Did God hate him? Probably.
