Lila
She sat in the back of the car with Chris, both of them just staring at the barrier they'd asked the driver to raise. But neither of them had spoken since.
She didn't know what to do. Chris was clearly in shock—or rage? It was hard to tell. His face was blank. And that was the strange part. She'd been so sure he was trouble—going to make trouble when this happened. But he'd just taken the pen offered to him by the lawyer, and stood beside her and signed all the papers. And now here they were, co-owners of an empire built mostly on Dane's personal sweat and tears.
With everything else that had happened, Lila was finding it hard to breathe. Having the normally open and cheeky Chris just sitting there…
"I need you to talk to me," she blurted without look at him.
"Hmmm?"
"I need you to talk to me and tell me what you're thinking, and what this means?"
