Dane
His father huffed a laugh. "Liar."
"I'm not lying."
His father stood straight and walked around the desk to sit down as he spoke. "You've made your position on my work, an your desire to stay out of it, for years, Dane. You want me to believe you've just had a complete change of heart? Your wife may be naïve about your ability to deceive, Dane, but I am not."
"I told you, I'm not lying."
His father sat back in his chair, eyes a cold blue that left Dane chilled. "So, you want me to believe that you believe you can walk in here, make some gesture of goodwill, and I'll just…what? Let her walk out? And you're the one who has to get her out safely, of course. C'mon, Dane."
Dane glared at him. "I'm proposing an exchange—and giving in to what you've said all along. You were right. I was wrong. Is that what you need to hear?"
