Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 88

He glanced up and noticed it was Simon approaching.

Simon wore a puzzled look. "Uncle Nate, what's going on?"

Nate gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "You don't even like Clara, remember? You told Colton and me before-she's fair game."

Those were just drunken ramblings, and Simon never thought Nate would take them to heart.

Simon's hands balled into fists. Even if Clara wasn't his favorite person, this felt wrong!

Then Nate leaned in, whispering, "Simon, I'm not gonna do anything to her. If you fancy playing the hero, swing by the room in an hour. Haven't you noticed how distant Clara's been with you lately?"

dissipate at those words. True enough, Clara's antics today had thrown him for a loop, especially when she had the nerve to splash water on

gaze, murmuring, "Are you really not going to

stunner right there, how could he possibly do nothing? He wanted Clara to see who was really in charge. An hour was plenty

don't trust me? I promise

stepped aside without hesitation. "Uncle Nate,

it."

rarely called him "uncle." To Simon, Nate was just a tag-along, someone who

instructed the two bodyguards, "Take her upstairs!" When Clara's

but here she was, being whisked away right under

summoning the courage to meet her eyes. If she truly wanted nothing to do with Nate, now was the time to ask for his help. If she'd only say

again, Clara had