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.

throwing worried glances at Clara every few

blades

looked up as the helicopter landed close

the distance between them. In seconds, he was in front of her, pulling

in the way he held her—the exhaustion, the worry, the relief. It was

stopped, letting her lashes fall as she

finally let go, only when the storm in his chest had faded, and his voice came out hoarse. "You're okay.

off his own jacket and draped it over

would probably think

cupping his face in both hands, studying

him

bent down a little, letting her

them said a thing. Even the wind seemed

to the other and suddenly blurted out, "Are

mood shattered in an

her hands

away, lost in

them. "Did I say something wrong? I just thought, if you guys were gonna kiss, maybe I

back his irritation and finally said, voice icy, "Shut

himself about how he hadn't said anything wrong and why Dylan had

Whatever.