Page 39 of Assassin

He smiled.

Yeah, that was exactly what he wanted to hear. He loved a bossy, brash, and bold flower.

Well, it looked like he was going to have to accelerate their plans because he wasn’t letting her get away.

Why?

He was stupid in love.

And they made really great, healing art.

Together.

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The Transport

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Quite honestly, he still couldn’t believe that he was taking on this particular case to help a damaged soldier. The bottom line for him was that he was very particular who he helped.

As a doctor, Poe had a hard and fast rule about letting himself be bought for one-on-one cases.

Why was that?

Oh, maybe because there were plenty of broken soldiers out there that needed his help. The more he could help, the more he could save and give a new lease on life.

After all, this was The City of Second Chances.

And his motto.

Closing down to only help one…

That worried him.

Why?

There were more soldiers than even he could help as it was, and stopping…

Some might die.

Soldiers with PTSD and mental war wounds were his specialty, and now he was feeling a tad bit guilty that he’d taken the money to help only one soldier.

Granted, the money wasn’t for him.

No.

Not even close.

Poe had plenty of money coming from a wealthy family back home.

That million-dollar fee that he requested would be funneled back into his practice to help many wounded warriors.

It would buy cars for their disabilities.

It would get them set up for apartments.

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