Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 675

The moment Dylan got back to Palm Bay, he called a doctor to check on her.

Clara had barely hit the sheets before she started complaining about the heat, over and over.

The doctor’s verdict matched what that stranger had warned them—it was just a nasty side effect from the illegal drugs. Nothing to be done.

Dylan’s face darkened for a second. He had someone fill a tub with cold water and gently lowered her in.

But Clara barely noticed the chill. Sweat kept trickling down her forehead, her whole body burning like she was on fire.

“Babe, I’m still so hot,” she mumbled.

Dylan wasn’t in his wheelchair this time. He crouched beside the tub, forcing himself to look away from the lost, hazy look in her eyes.

He couldn’t forget what she’d said before—how she felt dirty.

He barely dared to touch her. His fingers tightened on the edge of the tub, lashes lowered. “Just soak a bit longer. You’ll cool down soon.”

Clara’s cheeks were red, and she sneezed. “I’m hot and cold at the same time. Can’t I just hold you?”

She tried to wrap her arms around his neck, but he dodged her gentle hug.

Her face fell. She sank a little deeper into the water, hugging herself.

Dylan stood up, grabbed a bathrobe, and headed to the guest room to take a cold shower.

When he came back, Clara was still soaking in the cold water.

His heart ached for her—he hated seeing her like this—but there was nothing else he could do.

He paused by the bathroom door just as she got out of the tub, one hand against the wall, her cheeks still flushed.

He moved to help her, but before he could, she hurried over, cupped his face, and kissed him.

She wasn’t wearing anything, and for a second, he had no idea where to put his hands.

Clara seemed clear-headed, her voice puzzled. “Why can’t I kiss you?”

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