Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 619

In Palm Bay, Dylan curled up in bed, clutching the shirt in his arms. It used to help him fall asleep, but tonight, it was useless. He lay there, wide awake, until the sky began to lighten.

A soft knock sounded at the door as morning broke. The housekeeper's voice floated in, gentle but insistent.

"Sir, you really need to eat something."

Three days he hadn't touched a bite in three days. What if he passed out?

The housekeeper didn't really know what had happened between him and Clara. All she could do was mention Clara, hoping it would get through to him.

"Mrs. Bennett still worries about you. She always remembers your allergies. When she's home, she waits up for you every night, and she asks about you all the time when you'll be back, if you're okay. Even if you argued, you shouldn't punish yourself like this. She'd be heartbroken."

Dylan kept his eyes shut, his face blank.

Heartbroken? Yeah, right.

She'd probably be relieved if he just disappeared.

A dull ache tugged at his chest. He pulled the shirt tighter, like maybe it could hold him together.

By noon, his room was still dark. A man stepped inside, standing quietly at the edge of the bed.

Bennett's brother just went

dropped his gaze, his face pale. He didn't

man saw he wasn't going to answer, he just nodded and

slowly push himself up. The

for the bedside drawer, but his hand slipped and the whole thing slid open

bottle. He shook out a dozen pills, but the storm inside him only

him felt like it was waking up-something wild

doubled over,

and started to come in, but Dylan's

"Don't come in."

froze, not daring to

*

waited in front of the villa for what

said this guy was always

phone and tried calling, but his

the other

this guy even care about Clara? She'd been missing for days, and he hadn't lifted a finger to look for her. Maybe he was just scared of Dylan and didn't want to get involved.

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