Where to Lay Blame

Dane

Dane stormed into the Penthouse, vowing not to yell. But between the stress of the day and his interrupted lust for Lila, it wasn't looking good for Chris.

Chris waited at the dining table, a tablet in front of him. He was on the phone when Dane walked in, but hung up immediately. Dane didn't give him a chance to speak.

"You'll tell me about the Tier One first, but then you're going to tell me how the hell she got out of the building without our team seeing her, and where the car was that she waited twenty minutes for?"

Chris nodded once, and Dane knew he would answer the questions. That was the one thing he could rely on with his brother—when the job got scary, Chris got very calm. It was a good thing it did, Dane had almost erupted out of his own skin when he thought Lila had disappeared.