Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 593

Chapter 593

Tara pulled her hand back and took a steadying breath. "You're not wrong. You're Dylan's guy, so it's your job to follow his orders. But when you threw that smoke grenade, you almost hit Mrs. Ferguson. She matters to Dylan too, you know. Can't you try to be a little more careful?"

She couldn't help but laugh as she finished scolding him. "That slap I gave you- don't tell me it actually hurt? I barely touched you."

"It didn't hurt," he replied quietly.

Tara glanced him over, still baffled by his all-black wardrobe and the way he always kept his face hidden.

The way they met was a little strange, honestly. She'd been raised as Dylan's future wife, which meant she was always allowed anywhere in the Ferguson house. Ten years ago, she'd noticed a boy who always stuck to the shadows, wrapped up tight like he never wanted to be seen.

That was ten years ago. Now, she just pretended not to notice how much he cared about her. He was Dylan's man, after all-why not use that to her advantage?

She smirked but didn't ask about Dylan. She knew better. That would just put him on edge.

Instead, she patted him on the shoulder. "Alright, I'm not mad anymore."

"You... you're back..." His voice was soft, and he still stammered like he always did when he was nervous.

and hadn't stayed in touch. But the first night she was in the Capital, he'd come to find her, just like he always used

feel you standing outside the window. Anyway, that's enough. Mrs. Ferguson's waiting for me. I have to

nodded, eyes never

felt a little spark of satisfaction. From the first time she'd seen him, she knew he was someone special-and his role by Dylan's side was anything

back into the car, a small

found time to give Tara some advice. "Some things just can't be rushed, dear.

I'm not worried about Clara. She's just a pretty face. Dylan and I have known each other practically all our

knew Dylan's secret. That alone put her

Ferguson's eyes softened

know what the Warren family did, but they

that, Mrs. Ferguson. You're going to live a long, long

with

*

Ferguson family chapel, the mood was completely different-cold and

chapel itself was huge, about five thousand square feet, with an air of solemn history. The Fergusons had been a household name

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