Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 787

Aiden glanced over at the woman still buried in her work. She hadn't bothered with breakfast again, and every now and then she'd look up from her desk, eyes flicking to the door like she was waiting for something or maybe someone. He

honestly had no clue what she was hoping for.

"Sir, Mrs. Ferguson wants to go to Palm Bay. Should I...?"

Dylan paused, his fingers freezing mid-turn of the page, gaze dropping to the file in his hands.

Everyone-Aiden included-always called her "Mrs. Ferguson" in front of him, whether they were talking business or not.

Dylan lowered his eyes, set the file aside, and stood up. He didn't say a word as he walked straight out.

"Sir?" Aiden called after him, but Dylan just stepped into the elevator without looking back.

Aiden leaned over and whispered to Clara, "Mrs. Ferguson, you go on ahead. I don't think he's the type to say no to you."

the car was already heading toward the downtown

man driving had a lazy, almost playful air about him, one hand resting on the wheel. When he noticed Clara calmly setting the GPS, he smirked. "You really don't stand

up and leaned back in her seat. "Didn't you come to Capital City

So, she knew who he

he'd ever met her before-maybe a forgotten fling from a past trip? But with a face like hers, he was sure he wouldn't have let

he just asked, "Have we met

"You

fingers on the steering wheel, amused.

she actually interested in

practically see what he was thinking. People always said Norman Chester, second

likely it was just a mask. The real

helicopters on that fast stretch? They're looking for me pissed off Walter-today was supposed to be the end of the line for me. Lucky for me, yourshowed up. If you drop me off now, those people will see that you tried to

faded a

when Walter turned eighty and Norman's older brother visited the Fergusons, nobody let slip what