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?"

inside her. She dropped her gaze.

at the edge of the road, the wind ruffling

the scarf

weather lately. Don't get

she suddenly remembered-it was part of a couple's set

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

say anything else. She just turned, got back in the car, and drove

the edge of the city, she'd been sure Z was gone. But that figure in the car-she couldn't have

he'd

car

temple, standing at the foot of the massive stone

walkways. A few monks passed by,

shaky breath. Maybe she was losing

explosion, about the people who'd died

really, who besides Z―with his stubborn, solitary streak-would have chosen

hits when you let yourself

car, rubbed her face, and started

buzzing. Out of nowhere, a conversation replayed in her

gone. The

a life like his...