Dane
"She's done what?" Dane said, far too quietly.
She stood in front of his table, both Chris and Dane seated behind it, staring at her over the computer they'd been looking at.
"She's hired counsel and they had a press conference to let everyone know they were taking you to court."
Dane sat back in his chair and put his hands over his face. His jacket was off and he'd rolled his sleeves up almost to his elbows, so she was able to admire the firm lines in his forearms for a second before she blinked and forced herself to concentrate.
Dane muttered something into his hands that sounded like cannot catch a fucking break, and Lila nodded.
"I was thinking about that walking down here," she said.
Dane's hands dropped. "Thinking about what?"
Chris looked back and forth between them as they talked.
