A New Dane

Lila

She slept again after the detective left, and woke with a start to find Chris sitting in the chair next to her, bent over, with his head in his hands. He looked like he was grieving. 

Adrenalin cut through her like a knife. "What? What is it? Did something happen to Dane?" she gasped, sitting up too quickly, and then losing her breath to the pain.

"No, no, Lila, sorry. I'm just… I'm just tired is all. I was resting." He was on his feet and touching her shoulder, concern painted all over his face. "Are you okay?" His big hand covered the back of her shoulder and he squeezed gently, his blue eyes pained for her. 

She shook her head. "I'm fine," she winced. "I just wish men would stop showing up looking dramatic and then having nothing dramatic to share," she said through her teeth.

Chris frowned. "Who else showed up?"

"No one. A doctor. But if you'd seen his face…" she rolled her eyes and grimaced.