Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 7

Clara was drop-dead gorgeous, with an aloof vibe when she wasn't smiling. In the city, she was definitely one of the top beauties. But after years of chasing Simon, she'd become a bit of a laughingstock.

"A hundred grand for a meal, anyone interested?" she tossed out, and the room went dead quiet.

Johnny slapped his newspaper down on the coffee table, looking like he didn't even recognize his own daughter. "What nonsense! Where did you pick up this money-grubbing attitude?"

Clara casually tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her eyes drifting over the four people in the room. "Why should I cook for free? I bust my butt in the kitchen, and yet when Quinn asks what you want to eat, you think she's the considerate one. If that's the case, let her handle it."

As she turned to head upstairs, Quinn suddenly burst into tears. "Clara, what do you mean by this? You wanted to cook to make amends. Ever since I came back five years ago, you've hated me, and always thought I took something from you. Fine, I'll move out then."

heart ached, and Ryan

in her chest, and forced a smile. "Sure, go ahead and move out. Want me to pack

"I knew it.

hit you or yell at you? You and Simon are a perfect pair of jerks. Stay together and leave me

stopped and she stared at Clara in disbelief. The old Clara would never have fought back like this, or dared to say a harsh word to Simon. Maybe this was for the best. She'd long wanted to wipe that look off Clara's face. A

talk about Simon like

their drama anymore and headed upstairs. Naomi was fuming and followed her.

sleeve,