Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Clara didn't stop walking. She didn't turn around, not even once, as she passed Dylan's car. She just kept going.

The windows were up. She had no idea if he was inside, and honestly, she didn't care. She got into her own car and drove off.

Dylan's car followed her in silence. The pain in her head had faded a little, but her vision was still blurry, the world doubling in front of her eyes.

She took a deep breath, forcing herself to hold it together. By the time she pulled into Palm Bay, Dylan's car rolled to a stop right behind hers.

She didn't even glance his way, just headed straight inside.

The housekeeper waiting in the foyer let out a shaky breath of relief when Clara came through the door. "Ma'am, you left so suddenly, and you're still hurt. We've all been worried sick about you."

Clara didn't say a word. She just walked upstairs.

The housekeeper watched her go, anxious, noticing how empty Clara's eyes looked-like she wasn't really there.

about to say something else, but the front door opened

of them fighting? Why would

up?" the housekeeper asked, half-hopeful. Dylan just

so still. She switched on the light and walked to his desk. Everything was perfectly neat, lined up just

it carefully. Nothing-no bracelet, no ring, nothing Megan

pulled out files and random things, piling them on the desk and

a single

the desk, finally standing upright, her

the doorway. For a

had no idea how long he'd been

pressed her lips

suit, looking like it was the middle of the workday instead of the middle of the night. He looked flawless, almost like he'd dressed up for

hand to her forehead,

gentle but serious. "Are