Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 134

Clara stood with her back to him, raising an eyebrow slightly as her tone softened. "Can you really promise me? No matter how things shake out, you won't take Quinn's side."

Seeing how much she cared, Simon felt a weight lift off his shoulders. "I promise."

He stepped closer, gently turning her to face him, resting his hands on her shoulders. "Do you still have feelings for me?"

That question was one he truly needed an answer to.

Clara knew she had him right where she wanted and figured a little white lie couldn't hurt. "Maybe I do. Even if I can't remember, your actions still get to me."

Simon, pleased with her response, gave her cheek a playful pinch. "I won't let them take you to a mental institution, at least not until we get to the bottom of this."

Inside, Clara rolled her eyes, but outwardly, she put on a grateful face. "Alright."

She turned and walked briskly down the hallway, catching a glimpse of what she thought was Dylan's coat. She picked up her pace and realized there was no one there. It must've been a trick of the light. Dylan should be at work, not here at the hospital.

Quinn was behind her door and had caught the whole exchange. She was

freaking out, and needed to get that doctor out of there pronto. There would be no loose ends! She watched Simon head towards the doctor's room through the small window in the door, and her nerves spiked.

delivered the bad news. Dr. Gribble, having overheard everything, was sweating bullets, his nerves shot and his mind foggy from lack of

though Simon wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, being part

you're sure Quinn's child is...

his brow, his lips quivering as he tried to

Quinn just got sick.

chill ran down Dr. Gribble's spine as

need to attend to

him

iel

Quinn was rinsing her mouth with bottled water, looking utterly drained. Dr. Gribble hurried, over, meeting her gaze filled with a chilling threat. It sent a shiver through him. He remembered the massive truck from last night and the driver who looked like he belonged in the mob. He did a quick, half-hearted check and made an excuse

his wrist. "Simon, you promised you'd always

found her crying during visits, claiming Clara bullied her no matter what

vulnerability had always gotten to Simon,

with

splash of water to calm down. But out of the corner of his eye, he saw a hulking figure that froze him in his tracks. It was the truck driver he'd come to the hospital! Was he

spent the whole night haunted by

straight. He needed Clara

to his