Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 644

Dylan turned to Clara and noticed she was still a little spaced out. He gently took the empty glass from her hand.

A few minutes earlier, she’d been sitting there alone, zoning out, and had finished her glass of wine without even realizing it.

When her fingers brushed air, Clara blinked, staring at her palm for a few seconds before coming back to herself.

She looked up and met Dylan’s eyes. The moment their gazes locked, it was like she’d touched something hot—her heart skipped and she stammered, “I…”

Before she could say anything else, Tara cut in, turning to Jackson. “Jackson, did Carter hit you last night?”

There was a small scratch on Jackson’s cheek—something no one else had noticed, but Tara had picked up on it right away.

With the focus shifting to Jackson, Clara faded into the background.

Jackson ran his finger along the rim of his glass and grinned. “Nah, just caught by some broken glass. My grandpa still packs a punch. Even at his age, he managed to smash three glasses.”

Everyone chuckled, and suddenly the room felt lighter.

Tara started chatting about old times with the others. She’d known this group for years—they’d been through a lot together.

But all the memories were lost on Clara. She didn’t remember any of it, hadn’t been part of any of it.

It felt like being at a reunion for childhood friends, except she was the outsider who couldn’t join in.

Not that she wanted to, really. But it was obvious Tara was bringing up these stories on purpose, just to make her feel left out.

If Clara actually liked Dylan, maybe she would’ve felt hurt. But she didn’t—so she just sat there, perfectly calm.

Every now and then, Tara would drag Dylan into the stories, usually about something from when they were kids.

“Dylan, remember that time you and Richard snuck onto the base and almost stepped on a landmine? You both got spanked in front of everyone when you got back.”

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