Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 733

Clara woke up as the sky was turning gold and pink. For a moment, she just lay there, the leftover pain from earlier dulled by sleep. But now that she was awake, her head buzzed like someone was drilling straight through her skull.

She sat up slowly, took a breath, and opened the door—almost bumping straight into Dylan.

He wasn’t in his wheelchair today. He stood tall in all black: shirt, pants, the whole look.

Clara’s hand paused on the doorknob. “Is there anything to eat?” she asked, her voice a little hoarse.

Hunger again.

Dylan nodded, reaching for her hand before he even seemed to think about it.

Clara was moving slower than usual and didn’t dodge, so he ended up leading her downstairs, their hands linked.

Through the big living room windows, she caught sight of the two dogs wrestling in the yard and Charles standing by the old tree, arms folded.

He noticed her right away, sliding the glass door open and hurrying inside. “Hey, sis, feeling any better?”

She could tell he meant it, so she gave him a small nod.

Charles went to sit next to her, but Dylan pulled out the chair first, nearly making Charles miss his seat entirely.

Charles shot Dylan a glare, clearly annoyed, but Dylan just put the chair back where it belonged and sat down like nothing happened.

Charles took a breath and sat across from Clara, forcing himself to cool off. “So, are we still going out tonight?”

She had promised him earlier that they’d go out if she felt up to it after her nap.

Clara glanced at Dylan, asking almost on instinct, “Is that okay?”

He was wiping down her utensils, but his hands froze for a second when she spoke. Was she…checking with him?

He lowered his eyes and said quietly, “Yeah.”

Clara exhaled, relieved. Maybe Dylan wasn’t as impossible to talk to as she thought.

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