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.

times with the others. She'd known this

memories were lost on Clara. She didn't remember

reunion for childhood friends,

obvious Tara was bringing up these stories on purpose, just to make her

liked Dylan, maybe she would've felt hurt. But she didn't—so she

then, Tara would drag Dylan into the stories, usually about

Richard snuck onto the base and almost stepped on a landmine?

oldest, and Richard was only

a little troublemaker. Especially

worst punishment. fo

compete over who

lashes and Richard

mistake! Why does he get thirty more lashes than

the base had burst out

kind of energy

laughter had died down, Dylan had raised

to donate my extra thirty lashes to Richard, just to keep things fair. I

years later, the story still made the rounds at

and