Dane
"Dane? Dane, are you there? Is everything okay?" James asked suddenly. For a split second, Dane was tempted to tell the truth. To tell James what was in front of him. What he was missing. But he swallowed the words.
"I'm fine," he said hoarsely. "I'm just... it's been a long week so I'm starting a workout. Multi-tasking, you know," he croaked.
"Oh, right, right. Smart man." Then James tumbled into his explanation of the finer points of open intelligence networks again. Dane muttered a curse. The man was a genius—and completely oblivious. Dane couldn't afford to offend him because James didn't work for the money. He worked for the love of the chase. But Dane wanted to get off this fucking phone.
His hand had stopped halfway up her side. Lila tipped her head back, looked up and caught his eye and something flashed between them. A thrill. An understanding.
