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

breath and sat across from Clara, forcing himself to

if she felt up to it after her nap. Clara glanced at Dylan, asking almost on instinct, "Is

but his hands froze for a second when

lowered his eyes and said

Maybe Dylan wasn't as impossible to talk to as she

butted heads with him,

figuring out

her gaze, catching a glimpse of him placing the

out dinner. Dylan quietly moved her favorite dishes

hit her chest. She'd always noticed Dylan knew exactly what she liked

resentful about being forced into

ignore those little things. Even sitting so close, why did

How did Dylan

no memory, she'd called him. His voice had been cool but gentle-he was the

fiddled with her spoon,

asked softly, "You don't want to eat?" "That's not

was just wondering how she could have missed all of