Alan shook his head. “I won’t be staying for dinner.”
She did a mental fist pump. Maybe she could get rid of them and Lance so she could finally get work done.
Danny Cahill said nothing, so she turned to face him. “Would you like anything to eat?” Please say no.
“If my father’s not staying, I guess I’ll head home for dinner. I might even be able to see my kids before they disappear with friends.”
She smiled, nodded, and went to get Alan’s coffee.
When she returned, the tension at the table was tangible. Alan was not happy. She set the cup in front of him and backed away. Curiosity had her lingering nearby.
“What the hell were you thinking?” Alan asked.
The muscle in Danny’s jaw twitched. “It was the right thing to do. Thomas had already hired him and he has the experience to lead.”
