Dane
He and Delilah were staring at each other as he measured his options, when Dane faintly heard the elevator door ding out in the reception area.
Tank and Chris were here. He couldn't be talking about this when they walked in! He sprang from his chair so quickly Delilah startled. Circling his desk, he started for the door, then paused next to her chair. Without though, he placed one hand on the back of her seat, his fingers brushing lightly the material of her suit jacket. Did he imagine that she noticed? She hadn't twisted to follow him with her eyes, but her chin turned, her eyes on his hand. Her jaw tense.
