Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 789

Norman pressed his foot to the gas, his expression cooling just a little.

"Yeah, Mitch knows. Big brother asked me to keep an eye on you, make sure you don't pull anything stupid. In a month, Dylan's heading to North America, and you're going back too. So just keep your head down for the next month, okay? No trouble."

"Got it."

Charles hung up, and a few minutes later, rolled up to Palm Bay.

Clara was already at the front door of the main house, unlocking it with her fingerprint. She slipped off her shoes at the entry, moving with practiced ease- just as Dylan came down the stairs.

He was dressed in a dark suit. When he saw her, he paused for a second or two, then dropped his gaze and headed for the couch.

Clara had just been through a brush with death, but she still looked as calm as

ever.

After changing her shoes, she walked over to him. "Hey, I've been meaning to ask -how's your leg? You haven't used the wheelchair in days. Does it still hurt?"

"It's fine."

His voice was quiet and even. He looked at her, saw that she was drenched, and automatically reached for a tissue, as if to help dry her off.

But honestly, she was soaked through.

Clara glanced back at the wet footprints she'd left. "I'm gonna go upstairs and change. Have you had breakfast yet? If not, I'll come down and make you something."

She zipped up the stairs, quick as a bird coming home.

the tissues for a moment, watching her go,

a chance to come back since Dylan

down. Dylan was still on the

staff spotted her and looked

what they were

did you and the

had been home for

a smile. "No, it's nothing like that. Go on with

handle his meals

course. If you need anything,

whip up a

bet

on her. She turned-and there was Dylan, standing in the doorway, s face calm,

help?" he

of funny. She remembered how Charles had

the kitchen on

to say no,

I'll

he's in

hold his

brush his face...

So she grinned. "Sure."

actually came in and slid the door shut

big, but with him there, every