Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 760

Dylan's throat tightened, like he might cough up blood right then and there.

His phone buzzed. Clara's name lit up the screen.

He froze for half a second. That was her ringtone—the one he'd set just for her.

His heart squeezed. As he pressed the phone to his ear, it felt like the best sound in the world.

Clara was worried he'd heard the wrong news. Dylan's health was always shaky, and if he did something reckless in a panic... She couldn't risk it.

"I'm at the bottom of the hill. Did you hear anything?" Her voice was gentle, but she was clearly anxious.

"Yeah," he said, voice low, stepping into the helicopter. "Wait for me."

Clara finally let out a breath she'd been holding and stood quietly by her car.

The night air was cold, sending her hair flying around her face.

Her coat was long gone—ripped away by the old lady earlier—so she was left in just a thin shirt. She looked small and fragile standing there in the wind.

Charles, clueless as always, didn't even think to offer his jacket.

head and throwing worried glances at Clara every

sound of helicopter blades

looked up as the helicopter landed

up the distance between them. In seconds,

her—the exhaustion, the worry, the relief. It was like he was carrying the weight of the

letting her lashes fall as she let him hold her as long as

go, only when the storm in his chest had faded, and his voice came out

jacket

up at his cold, unreadable face. Anyone else would probably think he didn't

cupping his face in both

pulled him

down a little,

thing. Even the wind

hood, looked from one to the other and suddenly blurted out, "Are

shattered in

her hands like she'd been

head away, lost

I say something wrong? I just thought, if you guys were

irritation and finally said, voice icy,

quiet, patting Milo's head, muttering to himself about how he hadn't said anything

Whatever.