Dane
Dane couldn't help but be impressed with how Delilah handled herself. Everything today had been chaotic from the moment she'd stepped in the door. Most women would have run screaming, or turned into some kind of robot that only did as they were told. Most men found it too hard to work for him simply because he intimidated them. But Delilah just pushed her shoulders back and held her ground.
Her strength made his stomach twist in a delicious way. He blinked and shoved the thought away.
He'd insisted on staying in the room as she interrogated Chris. She'd called it an interview, but Dane was having more fun than he'd had in months watching his brother squirm under her pointed questions and frank gazes. He'd tried to charm his way out of being detailed in his answers and Delilah hadn't taken it for a second.
