Dane’S POV
"Do we have any news from Europe yet?"
"No." Tyson snapped, slamming a flat file on the table. "You've asked the same question more than three times in the past hour."
With my lips pursed, I glanced towards my phone.
Read.
Yet no response.
It had been over five hours since she received my text without responding, and despite being in the middle of something important with Tyson, my mind still wandered to her.
Goddess, she loves to tease, but it drives me crazy.
"Dane…" Tyson nudged my arm.
I lifted my head to see him rolling his eyes, completely defeated.
"We're in the middle of something crucial here, mind you?"
"Any news yet?"
"I swear on the moon, ask me that question one more time and it's going to be the both of us fighting to the death." His nostrils flared in
