Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 21

Clara had been lounging with a face mask on for about half an hour when she heard him say, "It's getting late." It was his polite way of suggesting she should leave.

Clara stayed put on the couch, her heart still thumping. Here, at least, she felt a semblance of safety. Sure, Dylan was intimidating, but it beat facing the unknown dangers outside.

Colton was swayed by Quinn's manipulations and believed every word she said. He'd probably use even nastier tricks next time. Clara set the ice pack from her hand down on the coffee table and asked, "Mind if I crash here tonight? I'll just take the couch; I promise I won't be a bother."

Dylan was already heading to the master bedroom, and Clara, taking the hint, quickly moved behind his wheelchair to give him a push. Even though she knew he didn't need her help, she was asking for a favor and had to show the right attitude.

As they got to the bedroom, she added, "I don't snore, really. I can rough it on the couch for one night."

"Do as you like."

Relieved by his agreement, her face broke into a smile. "Thanks again, Mr. Dylan."

Without looking at her, Dylan braced himself on the bed and slowly got to his feet. Clara suddenly recalled what Aiden had mentioned about Dylan's physical therapy. Was she messing up his routine tonight? She hurried over to steady his hand.

Dylan carried a faint scent, kind of like the crisp smell of pine trees in winter. He eased himself onto the bed, moving his legs up with a surprising grace that was oddly captivating.

Standing there, Clara thought maybe Megan had a point. Even with his leg issues, there'd still be no shortage of girls drawn to him.

Was his accident really her fault? She didn’t ask, worried she’d hit a nerve.

As she reached the door, she politely asked, "Mr. Dylan, would you like the lights off?"

"No thank you."

She softly closed the door. Exhaustion hit her hard. After the medication and soaking in cold water for an hour, she was wiped out and quickly drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, instead of waking up refreshed, she felt like she was on fire. Voices lingered around her, and someone gently pried her mouth open, feeding her something bitter. She grimaced, about to spit it out, but a firm hand kept her jaw up, making her swallow.