Dane
The week was hell. The only bright spots were the moments alone with Lila which, under the circumstances, ended up far shorter and fewer than he'd hoped. It was Friday, and he was headed back to the office, his tension under lock and key. There were too many things happening today, too many crucial turning points. He couldn't sit at home, even if it did mean chances to stare at Lila over the table and think about sweeping it clear and laying her on it.
But Thursday night when he'd accepted that he was needed in the office (after the third time Chris swore about having to bring stuff to him at the Penthouse) he'd made a plan. His idea the other night had been brewing and now he knew exactly what he needed to do. As long as there were no new developments over the weekend with Becky… Dane ground his teeth.
