Call To Redemption. Tawny Weber

Before worry could dig its teeth too deep in Darby’s gut, Grace continued, “I’m going to lunch with Carson’s secretary tomorrow, though. She won’t gossip, but Susan likes me. I’ll find out as much as I can.”

      And that, Darby realized, was just one more reason why Grace was the perfect secretary. The woman had her back whether she was in the office or not.

      “You’ll keep me in the loop?”

      “Guaranteed. Oops, there’s the other line. Gotta go.” With that, and a quick goodbye, Grace hung up.

      And Darby was left trying to shake off the feeling that she needed to get her ass back to San Diego. But she was under orders to take her vacation time. Going back—going into the office—would ruin the whole facade that she cared about work-life balance, and likely jeopardize her shot at a promotion. She was better off toeing the line, sticking with the vacation plan and letting Grace do her stealthy thing.

      She knew that was smart thinking. She knew it was the right choice. But she still wondered how much was justification. Because an equal truth was that she was having a great time enjoying this little fantasy she and Dominic had going.

      For the first time in as far back as she could remember, she’d found something more intriguing, more inspiring, more demanding than her career.

      Call it passion.

      Call it lust.

      Call it fascination.

      Hell, call it work-life balance.

      Darby pressed a hand against her belly to try to quiet the dancing butterflies.

      Whatever she called it, she knew it wasn’t for her career that she was staying in Hawaii for the rest of the week.

      No.

      It was for Dominic, pure and simple.