Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 679

Walter stood with his hands clasped behind his back, a knowing look in his eyes. “Wait until you’re the one in charge.”

Dylan’s lashes flickered. He’d never really cared about that kind of power, but he pressed his lips together and nodded. “Yeah.”

Clara, sitting beside him, suddenly leaned in. “Is it dangerous?”

Dylan’s hand trembled ever so slightly on the armrest of his wheelchair. No matter what version of Clara he met, she was always the sharpest in the room.

He crooked his finger at her. “Come here.”

She got up, moving to his side, worry written all over her face.

He reached out and patted her gently on the head. “Let’s go.”

Clara shot Walter a look, her eyes narrowing in suspicion.

Dylan took her hand, and as he turned the wheelchair around, he couldn’t hold back a real smile curving at his lips. “Quit glaring. It’s not dangerous.”

She hesitated, then followed him. “Really?”

Downstairs, the rest of the family was waiting to talk to Dylan about the birthday party plans. The chef was busy clattering around in the kitchen, and everyone else sat in the living room, the mood tense—there was a lot to figure out.

The younger folks not involved in the planning sat together on a nearby sofa, chatting quietly.

Clara started out next to Dylan, but their conversation was so complicated and formal, she quickly tuned out. Her legs itched to move, so she headed for the garden.

Dylan barely listened to the others, either. He just reminded her, “Don’t talk to strangers, okay?”

Clara nodded and slipped outside through the glass sliding door. Out here, the air felt lighter, less suffocating.

She plopped down on a porch swing, rocking herself gently. After a while, a plate of neatly sliced fruit appeared on the small table beside her.

Tara was watching her, not looking away, her voice sweet and friendly. “We meet again, Clara.”

Clara squeezed her eyes shut, remembering what Dylan said—don’t talk to strangers.

Tara was no fool. She’d noticed something was off with Clara from the beginning, and now it was obvious.

A flicker of mockery flashed in Tara’s eyes.

So, she really is out of it. That makes things easier. Before coming home, Tara had done her homework, swapped info with Simon, and already figured out who could be useful—Megan.

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