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.

her, but Dylan pulled out the chair first, nearly making

a glare, clearly annoyed, but Dylan just put the chair back where it belonged and sat down like nothing

and sat across from Clara, forcing himself to cool off. "So, are we still going out

earlier that they'd go out if she felt up to it after her nap. Clara glanced at Dylan, asking

was wiping down her utensils, but his hands froze for a second when she spoke. Was

eyes and

Dylan wasn't as impossible to talk to

she softened her tone a little. Before, she'd always butted heads with him, and he'd only get more stubborn, keeping her stuck here at Palm Bay. Neither of them

finally figuring out how

glimpse of him placing the cleaned utensils in front

Dylan quietly moved her favorite

exactly what she liked to eat, but back

resentful about being forced into this marriage to

little things.

Dylan end up falling

accident with no memory, she'd called him. His voice had been cool but gentle-he was the first to ask if

with her spoon,

picked up on her mood and asked softly, "You

she could have