Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 679

Walter stood with his hands clasped behind his back, a knowing look in his eyes.

"Wait until you're the one in charge."

Dylan's lashes flickered. He'd never really cared about that kind of power, but he pressed his lips together and nodded. "Yeah."

Clara, sitting beside him, suddenly leaned in. "Is it dangerous?"

Dylan's hand trembled ever so slightly on the armrest of his wheelchair. No matter what version of Clara he met, she was always the sharpest in the room.

He crooked his finger at her. "Come here."

She got up, moving to his side, worry written all over her face.

He reached out and patted her gently on the head. "Let's go."

Clara shot Walter a look, her eyes narrowing in suspicion.

Dylan took her hand, and as he turned the wheelchair around, he couldn't hold back a real smile curving at his lips. "Quit glaring. It's not dangerous."

She hesitated, then followed him. "Really?"

Downstairs, the rest of the family was waiting to talk to Dylan about the birthday party plans. The chef was busy clattering around in the kitchen, and everyone else sat in the living room, the mood tense-there was a lot to figure out.

folks not involved in the planning sat together

conversation was so complicated and formal, she quickly tuned out. Her legs itched to move, so she headed for

to the others, either. He just

glass sliding door. Out here, the air felt lighter, less

swing, rocking herself gently. After a while, a

was watching her, not looking away, her voice sweet and friendly. "We

squeezed her eyes shut, remembering what Dylan said-don't

something was off with

flicker of mockery flashed in Tara's

That makes things easier. Before coming home, Tara had done her homework,

had an accident, didn't you? Things are a little strange for you now,

slowly opened her eyes, sizing up the

radiated kindness-there was no trace

could fool Mrs. Ferguson, tricking someone like this

say something else, the

Dylan's voice was cold.

you want with

light, but when

much, but his stare was clear: stay away

was even