Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 188

Clara's heart gave a painful lurch, and she snapped her eyes open. She took deep, gulping breaths, and recognizing the familiar ceiling above her, she realized she had been brought to Palm Bay. As she struggled to sit up, a familiar voice greeted her.

"You're awake?"

Her throat was parched, so she nodded quickly and scanned the room for water. Thankfully, the person beside her seemed to read her mind, and soon enough, a glass was at her lips. She drank eagerly from his hand.

Once the heat inside her cooled down, she finally focused on Dylan. It was already late at night, and he was in his pajamas. Clara noticed that his pajama top was unbuttoned low enough to show off his abs. She quickly looked away, remembering how he had adjusted his shirt to cover up the last time he had opened the door for Eden. Clearly, he wasn't a fan of showing skin.

Acting on impulse, she reached out, pulled the sides of his pajama shirt together, and covered him up snugly. She even tightened the sash of his robe for good measure.

Dylan lowered his lashes, watching her deftly tie the knot. "Why?"

Clara looked up at him, speaking as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, "Mr. Dylan, your clothes were barely covering you. I figured you wouldn't like showing so much."

"Hmm."

Dylan's response was brief, and he turned his gaze away. His face was unreadable, but his lips tightened ever so slightly. Clara didn't press further and instead asked, "How did you find me? Where's Ryan? Is he okay?"