Lila
Lila was so locked in Dane's gaze she'd barely noticed the two men who'd stumbled into the office, one cursing and spitting like a cat, the other chuckling and taunting.
"Get your hands off me, you rat bastard!"
"Settle down, son. I'm just following orders."
There was a crash as something—a lamp, Lila thought—tumbled to the floor and broke. Lila braced for Dane to start roaring. Again. But was surprised when he just folded his arms and shook his head, watching the two men.
When she was able to tear her eyes off his broad shoulders and the way the little muscles at the back of his jaw twitched, she finally made herself examine the two men.
