Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 733

Clara woke up as the sky was turning gold and pink. For a moment, she just lay there, the leftover pain from earlier dulled by sleep. But now that she was awake, her head buzzed like someone was drilling straight through her skull.

She sat up slowly, took a breath, and opened the door-almost bumping straight into Dylan.

He wasn't in his wheelchair today. He stood tall in all black: shirt, pants, the whole look.

Clara's hand paused on the doorknob. "Is there anything to eat?" she asked, her voice a little hoarse.

Hunger again.

Dylan nodded, reaching for her hand before he even seemed to think about it.

Clara was moving slower than usual and didn't dodge, so he ended up leading her downstairs, their hands linked.

Through the big living room windows, she caught sight of the two dogs wrestling in the yard and Charles standing by the old tree, arms folded.

He noticed her right away, sliding the glass door open and hurrying inside. "Hey, sis, feeling any better?"

She could tell he meant it, so she gave him a small nod.

pulled out the chair first, nearly making Charles miss

annoyed, but Dylan just put the chair back where it belonged and

forcing himself to cool off. "So,

felt up to it after her nap. Clara glanced at Dylan, asking almost on

her utensils, but his hands froze for

eyes and said

Maybe Dylan wasn't as impossible

he-well, liked her-she realized things went smoother if she softened her tone a little. Before, she'd always butted heads with him, and he'd only

was finally figuring out how to deal

gaze, catching a glimpse of him placing the

chef brought out dinner. Dylan quietly moved her favorite dishes closer to

Dylan knew exactly what she liked

being forced

couldn't ignore those little things. Even sitting so close,

Dylan end up falling for her

thought back: after waking from the accident with no memory, she'd called him. His voice had been cool but gentle-he

fiddled with her

and asked softly,

was just wondering how she could have