Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Jackson was the first one to react. He shot up from his seat and practically yelled, "No way!" His voice cracked from the shock.

"What the hell is this? Am I seeing things? Dylan, pinch me or something—am I dreaming?!"

But while Jackson was freaking out, Richard's face just went dark. He could tell right away this was bad. Really bad.

Jackson grabbed the marriage certificate and flipped it open. The moment he saw the name, he cursed again, even louder.

"Clara?! Clara?!! You married Clara?! When did that happen?! No freaking way! I must be seeing things. Hang on, you've always liked her, right? So if you were going to marry anyone, of course it'd be Clara. So you went behind everyone's back, kept it from the whole Ferguson family, and just went and got married to Clara without telling a soul?!"

He'd barely finished when Nicholas, who'd just taken a sip of his drink, totally lost it and spat whiskey all over the table.

"What did you just say?"

The look in his eyes was pure disbelief, like he literally couldn't process what he'd just heard.

Wait, who likes Clara?

Dylan likes Clara?

was no way this could be

a napkin and wiped his mouth, still staring. "Jackson,

hallucinating. When he finally accepted it was real, he put it down with hands

if Walter finds out about this, you know

it lightly. The whole

hit the coffee table, Nicholas grabbed it for himself. He stared at

he hadn't imagined

last, he just blurted

Dylan wasn't the type to joke about something like

of relieved. "I get it. You just want to tie Clara down, make her miserable forever. This is your way of getting back at her.

couldn't help but wince at that. He rubbed his forehead, wondering

of this had ended up

the table, bright red and impossible

pulled out a card-God knows how much money was on it, he'd never bothered

like it was just another

here's your

stared at him like he'd grown a second head. "Wait, that's it? You're