Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 21

Clara had been lounging with a face mask on for about half an hour when she heard him say, "It's getting late." It was his polite way of suggesting she should leave.

Clara stayed put on the couch, her heart still thumping. Here, at least, she felt a semblance of safety. Sure, Dylan was intimidating, but it beat facing the unknown dangers outside.

Colton was swayed by Quinn's manipulations and believed every word she said. He'd probably use even nastier tricks next time. Clara set the ice pack from her hand down on the coffee table and asked, "Mind if I crash here tonight? I'll just take the couch; I promise I won't be a bother."

Dylan was already heading to the master bedroom, and Clara, taking the hint, quickly moved behind his wheelchair to give him a push. Even though she knew he didn't need her help, she was asking for a favor and had to show the right attitude.

As they got to the bedroom, she added, "I don't snore, really. I can rough it on the couch for one night."

"Do as you like."

Relieved by his agreement, her face broke into a smile. "Thanks again, Mr. Dylan."

Without looking at her, Dylan braced himself on the bed and slowly got to his feet. Clara suddenly recalled what Aiden had mentioned about Dylan's physical therapy. Was she messing up his routine tonight? She hurried over to steady his hand.

in winter. He eased himself onto the bed, moving his legs up

his leg issues,

her fault? She didn't ask, worried

asked, "Mr. Dylan, would

"No thank you."

her hard. After the medication and soaking in cold water for an hour, she was wiped out

around her, and someone gently pried her mouth open, feeding her something bitter. She grimaced, about to spit it

bowl aside and checked the IV drip

for a bit," the

and wasn't eating well, leaving her in

fire. She tried

forgetting something important. Glancing at the clock, she scrambled to get up.

didn't show up, Simon's over-imaginative brain would spin all sorts

on his lips as he set his cup down. "I