Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 766

He didn't say a word just reached over and gently mussed her hair.

Clara kept her eyes on the road, not even trying to dodge his touch.

The drive back was quiet, neither of them breaking the silence.

Halfway home, headlights flashed as a car suddenly sped past them from the other direction. Clara's lashes fluttered. She caught a glimpse a shadowy figure in the passenger seat, there and gone in a heartbeat.

She slammed on the brakes, her back pressed hard against the seat. The other car faded into the distance, but she couldn't shake the feeling-she knew what she'd seen.

That silhouette-it looked just like Z.

Her lips tightened. Instinctively, she dialed Aiden.

Glancing at Dylan, she said, "I need to take care of something. I'll have Aiden come pick you up. Just wait here for a bit, okay? I'll be home before ten, I promise."

Dylan didn't answer. The warmth in his eyes slowly disappeared.

Clara didn't notice. She shoved a jar into his hands, still scanning the road behind them. "Go on-get out. Aiden will be here in about an hour."

He swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing. "Where are you going?"

Anxiety twisted inside her. She dropped her

of the road, the wind ruffling his

grabbed the scarf off the seat, hopped out, and quickly wrapped

been feeling under the weather lately. Don't get

remembered-it was part of a couple's set she'd bought on a

slowly unwrapped the scarf, tossed it back into the car, then shrugged off her own jacket

anything else. She just turned, got back

been sure Z was

possible he'd never died at

floored the gas, but the car she

old temple, standing at the foot of the massive stone steps,

walkways. A few monks passed by, their robes brushing softly

deep, shaky breath. Maybe she was losing her

explosion, about the people who'd

his stubborn, solitary streak-would have chosen to live somewhere

is-grief only really hits when you let yourself fall intò old memories. Then it all rusbes

rubbed her

nerves were shot, her mind buzzing. Out of

gone. The cleaner

a life like his... he's not