Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 644

Chapter 644

Dylan turned to Clara and noticed she was still a little spaced out. He gently took the empty glass from her hand.

A few minutes earlier, she'd been sitting there alone, zoning out, and had finished her glass of wine without even realizing it.

When her fingers brushed air, Clara blinked, staring at her palm for a few seconds before coming back to herself.

She looked up and met Dylan's eyes. The moment their gazes locked, it was like she'd touched something hot-her heart skipped and she stammered, "I..."

Before she could say anything else, Tara cut in, turning to Jackson. "Jackson, did Carter hit you last night?"

There was a small scratch on Jackson's cheek-something no one else had noticed, but Tara had picked up on it right away.

With the focus shifting to Jackson, Clara faded into the background.

Jackson ran his finger along the rim of his glass and grinned. “Nah, just caught by some broken glass. My grandpa still packs a punch. Even at his age, he managed to smash three glasses."

Everyone chuckled, and suddenly the room felt lighter.

old times with the others. She'd known this group for years—they'd been through a

She didn't remember any of

childhood friends, except

to, really. But it was obvious Tara was bringing up these stories on purpose, just to make her feel left

would've felt hurt. But

then, Tara would drag Dylan into the

that time you and Richard snuck onto the base and almost stepped on a landmine? You both got spanked in front of

serious trouble. Dylan was the oldest, and Richard was only a year younger, so Dylan ended up taking

had been a little troublemaker.

worst punishment. fo

compete over

got fifty lashes and Richard

get thirty more

had burst out laughing, and one of the

this kind of energy into

the laughter had died down, Dylan had raised his

just to

a running joke, and even years later,

and she brought it up