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.

and throwing worried

sound of helicopter blades cut through the

as the helicopter landed close

up the distance between them. In

Clara could feel everything in the way he held her—the exhaustion, the worry, the relief. It was like he was carrying the weight of the world, and for a second, he just needed her

speak, then stopped, letting her lashes fall as she let him hold

the storm in his chest had faded, and

own jacket

face. Anyone else would

up, gently cupping his face in

pulled him closer, searching

bent down a little, letting

them said a thing. Even

looked from one to the other

shattered in an

her hands like

his head away, lost

at his cheek, glancing between them. "Did I say something wrong? I just thought, if you

back his irritation and finally said,

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

Whatever.