Dane
His father came out from behind the big desk and used a remote to turn of the television in the corner. It hadn't been loud, but the sudden silence in the room made all the little hairs on Dane's arms stand up. As his father leaned back against the desk, Dane met his gaze and waited. Douglas would explain what was giving him that thoughtful look before too long.
He was right. His father broke the silence first. "You haven't asked me about Lila today," he said.
Dane went very still, but didn't drop his gaze. "I figured you'd be looking forward to telling me whatever else you had, so if you weren't talking, there probably wasn't any news."
"Liar."
