Page 26 of I Am Salvation

Chapter Eight

Diana

As I was walking back to my penthouse, I thought about calling Marcus. I decided against it because he will eventually find out what happened anyway, and he’s going to think what he’s going to think.

He’ll hate me. He’ll think I’m some spoiled rich brat who can just go around telling the truth with no fallout.

I laugh out loud at that last thought.

Telling the truth should always be a good thing, shouldn’t it?

Still, after my talk with my father, I had decided not to send that email. I had decided to put Marcus and everyone else who was depending on this contract ahead of what I knew was right, even though I knew in my heart it was the wrong decision.

In a way, Rod did me a favor. By snooping through my computer files and finding the draft email, he gave me an excuse to do the right thing. He made it so clear in that moment that he was not a person I wanted to work for and that his firm was not a company I needed to associate my name with. I no longer had any qualms about blowing the whistle on him.

It was the right thing.

No matter what the fallout is.

The client should always come first. The safety of visitors to that mountaintop resort should definitely come first.

And you never know. Maybe the client will see it the firm’s way. Maybe they won’t want to spend the extra money to fix the pipeline issue.

But I’m pretty sure that’s not the problem. The problem, most likely, is that the firm was paid a flat rate for these designs based on expenses, and adding to the expenses would be a loss not for the client but only for the firm.

I should call my father and let him know what happened, but I don’t really want to deal with that right now either.

The trip to Taos—such a sweet little town—sounds like a wonderful respite. And hanging out in my car with Dragon? That won’t suck either.

I’ll even let him drive.

I don’t really like driving long distances. Driving from the ranch to Denver is long enough.

I shed my work clothes and shove them into the hamper. Then I grab a pair of comfortable loose jeans, a Steel Vineyards sweatshirt, and my running shoes.

I throw some more clothes into a suitcase, grab my sundries out of the bathroom, scrub my face of makeup, moisturize, and then I’m ready.

I grab my small suitcase and walk out of my bedroom.

Dragon is standing by the door, his duffel at his feet.

His long hair is pulled back in a band, and he looks like a luscious bad boy in that black leather jacket, those jeans that hug his perfect ass just right, and his army boots.

My God, has any guy ever been so sexy?

He is so not my type.

At least not what I ever thought was my type.

But damn…

I feel things with him that I never thought I was capable of feeling.

“All ready?” I ask.

“Yup,” he says in that deep baritone that makes me swoon.

“Good enough.” I open the door. “We’ll take the elevator down to the parking garage. Then we’ll be on our way.”

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