Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 5

Clara felt a wave of frustration wash over her, but seeing how exhausted Megan was, she decided to keep her thoughts to herself.

Megan tossed a fresh pair of pajamas on the bed. "Your room's got its own bathroom. Go take a shower and get some rest. I'm wiped out today, so let's skip the chit-chat."

Clara nodded, murmuring a quiet, "Thanks."

As Megan headed towards one of the bedroom doors, Clara realized the other room was hers. After grabbing her pajamas and enjoying a much-needed shower, she finally felt a bit more at ease.

Just as she was about to fall asleep, her phone buzzed with a new message. It was from her brother, Ryan.

Ryan: [Hey, I'm back home for the holidays. It's Quinn's birthday today. Why aren't you here? Mom said you ran off again. Seriously, can you just come back? The housekeeper's cooking is awful. I miss your food. Don't forget to make your potato salad for breakfast tomorrow.]

come back and apologize. You stir up drama everytime. It's

team Quinn, while she was just the odd one out. Even if her memories were a bit hazy, the hurt

raw.

with dark circles under her eyes. She headed to the kitchen to whip up something to eat and was surprised to find her cooking

emerged from her room, drawn in by the delicious aroma, and sighed. "Are you making breakfast for Simon again? Has he ever tasted your cooking? You spent your time

about to say it wasn't for Simon. But it seemed no one would believe

and set them on the dining table. Megan's resume was lying there, and Clara glanced at it. "Megan, I want to find a job. What did I

at the dishes, frowning in thought. "Clara, you're really convincing this

pushed the bowl of

a chance to intern there after graduation, but you blew it off because it would

"I'll work at Ferguson Corporation. Dylan's back, isn't he? I want

almost as if she'd heard something out of a fairy tale. She quickly grabbed a napkin to wipe her mouth. "Didn't you used to hate Dylan? Simon didn't like Dylan, so you avoided him too. Every time his name came up, you looked upset. Do you even know what league Dylan is in? He graduated from Harvard with dual degrees at eighteen and founded the largest acquisition company overseas by nineteen. He's a regular in the Wall Street Journal. If it weren't for the accident two years ago