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Thank God Diana doesn’t keep anything in the house, or I’d be swallowing it down.

One thing’s for sure.

If there’s a chance that Griffin is alive…I can’t screw this up.

Do I call off Alayna?

Maybe try to deal with this myself?

If I do that, I’ll have to talk to the two people I swore I would never look in the face again.

My parents.

I don’t even know where the hell they are. Or if they’re even alive.

I remember their address in a northern suburb of Denver called Thornton.

The house was all red brick, a small ranch. Olive-green carpeting, which actually wasn’t a bad thing because nothing would stain it.

I remember how Griffin would spit up on it all the time when she was a baby, and my mother just brought over a rag, wiped up the puke, and you couldn’t even tell.

I still remember the phone number too. The landline. Hell, they may not even use that anymore.

They probably don’t live in that house.

But there is one way to find out.

It’s seven o’clock. At least I know I have some money coming in soon, so I call a rideshare service and put in my parents’ address.

ChapterThirty-One

Diana

What a first day.

I’m exhausted. I’m excited and thrilled to read more about the mountaintop project.

But not thrilled that I found a pipeline issue that could be a potential liability.

I can’t think about that right now. I place the blueprints on the kitchen counter.

I’m starving but too exhausted to make anything and too hungry to wait around for food to be delivered. I grab a protein shake out of the refrigerator, pop it open, pour a tall glass of ice water, and head straight to my bedroom.

And it’s not until I’m in my bathroom running a hot bath with lavender essential oil that I consciously realize that Dragon’s not home.

Nope.

It’s not my place to worry. Or even to care.

So he’s out. Doing…something. I don’t care.

Except that’s a big fat lie.

Idocare.

Somehow, he has edged himself into my heart. And not just because of the great fuck we shared.

Because that’s all it was—a great fuck. To think he was feeling anything more than that would be ridiculous on my part. He went out of his way to tell me that it was a onetime thing.