Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 713

Someone piped up and glanced over at Richard, who was standing quietly off to the side. “Hey, kid, when did you sneak in? You pop up out of nowhere like a ghost."

Richard just smiled and raised his glass. "It's good to see you all. Thanks for coming all this way."

Most of these guys didn't work in the Capital anymore-some were even retired, living out their days on private islands overseas. So yeah, it really was a long haul for them.

"You caught what we were saying, didn't you? You and Dylan barely show your faces at public events these days, both acting colder by the minute. Just don't end up like the others—don't let a woman come between you."

Plenty of friendships in their circle had crashed and burned over women, turning into gossip for everyone else to snicker about.

Richard gave a small laugh. "You don't need to worry. Dylan will always be my friend."

He said it quietly, staring down into his glass. His lashes fluttered, as if his thoughts drifted somewhere else. Then he glanced up at Dylan. "Right, Dylan?"

Dylan sat there in his wheelchair, silent, only giving a faint nod.

Richard looked away, swirling his drink, his mind elsewhere.

came to check on Walter. Eighty years old-can you believe it? Time really flies. You two go mingle. And Colin, seriously, you still don't have a woman by your side?

was sharp-they all knew Dylan had posted his marriage certificate online. But with the Warren family here tonight, plus the

silent agreement,

nodded toward

the railing. "You look terrible. Hurt again? Word is, things with you and Tara got

knew-thanks to Simon's photos, all taken

room.

out at the distance. From here, he could see the patch of ground where that old tree

said something else, but

dangling between his fingers. You've been in pretty rough shape tately. Once this party's over, you should get

off, looking over at

few things.

then, someone else stepped onto

always. "Sir, the Chester

Aiden naturally moved to wheel him

them go, then turned back to the garden, cigarette pressed to