Dane
The days continued—hours of stress and frustration, punctuated by stolen moments and fleeting joy. He pulled her into dark corners for only seconds at a time. Found reasons to have her at meetings just so he could look at her. And begged her not to listen to his original plan that they only meet at home every other day.
He couldn't keep his hands off her. He couldn't feel right unless she was in front of him. And he knew, no matter how well he hid his emotions, he was giving himself away. The problem was, he couldn't find the self-discipline to stop.
The only thing working in his favor with all these problems at work was that Chris was his shadow—constantly showing up with new information, or an update from a team. Calling with questions when they were investigating. Even at the Penthouse.