Bab 82: Sharing the Blame

Dane

"What did I miss?" she said, her voice low and clipped, as she pulled out a chair at the table, keeping her eyes on Chris and ignoring Dane behind her. Tank smiled, but Chris was the one who spoke. "Nothing. We've been setting up."

Dane heard her phone buzz and prayed she'd read the text he'd actually been preoccupied by: YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL

He hadn't had time to type up anything else. He hoped she'd just take it as reassurance, as his way of showing her he hadn't gone cold, as she'd been afraid he would. Because there was no doubt he was going to yell at someone this afternoon. He'd do his best to make sure it wasn't her.

He slowed his steps so he could follow her back to the table, to keep space between them, then he took his seat two chairs away from her, both of them across from Chris. That left Tank sitting awkwardly at the head of the table. Dane narrowed his eyes.