Cut to the Chase

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Author: Elle Keating
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excitement was nowhere close to dying down, she bribed him with a treat and put him in one of the bedrooms.
    Andrew looked around the quaint home and realized that Mia hadn’t changed anything in regards to the décor, with the exception of Henry. He didn’t know if it was a good thing or a bad thing that the house appeared as if it was trapped in time. Andrew suspected it was the latter. He decided he would talk to his niece about her living situation, but not now. At the moment, there was something he needed to propose. It was a risk; he wasn’t going to waste a moment denying it. The assignment he was asking her to take on would either unleash the demons she tried desperately to keep at bay and send her spiraling, or free her from the pain and guilt she harbored. Even as he uttered the words, he was still on the fence as to whether he was making the right decision.
    “I have a favor to ask, sweetheart.”

Chapter Four
    S cott Morris’s attention was divided. And he did not like it one bit.
    The scene before him should have brought him satisfaction, as it had on so many occasions. He had just informed the young man in his office that his cancer was in remission. The man stood and, with tears in his eyes, thanked his doctor. Scott smiled in return and told his patient that he wished to see him every six months from here on out. He would always need to be monitored, but for now, he was in the clear. The man shook his hand and practically skipped out of his office.
    Scott had cleansed his patient of the filth that had infested his body. Another creature made clean because of him. That was what was important. Not the patient’s happiness or appreciation that he would live to see another day. It made no difference to him that the young man had a wife with a child on the way. Or that now, because of Scott’s skills and attention to detail, the child would grow up with a father.
    Scott was growing restless, a state that he was not at all comfortable with. Because it was during these times, when his typical patient and meticulous nature was compromised, that he could make a mistake.
    Control, Focus, Control…Act.
    He repeated the words over and over. Scott had made up his mind in those early hours when Chase Montclair had not reemerged from his Angel’s apartment building. Erin had blatantly disobeyed him. She and her lover needed to be punished. There was no way to avoid that outcome. He knew from experience that he wouldn’t be able to move on to the next one until the current situation was resolved.
    There was a knock at the door.
    “Come in,” he said.
    “Dr. Morris, I apologize for disturbing you. But would you be able to take a call from a Dr. Dennis Thompson?”
    Scott looked at his secretary. He had gone through three in the past five months. A combination of job incompetence and an aura of filth had surrounded each woman who dared to assume the role as his secretary. So he was pleased when Ms. Beatrice Foley had taken the job. She was a widow, and from his very brief encounters with her, she appeared to lead a simple life. She also minded her own business. A definite plus, considering.
    “Yes, I had reached out to him earlier to discuss a case. Please put Dr. Thompson through,” Scott said, returning Beatrice’s smile.
    Beatrice nodded and left his office. Moments later his phone rang. “Dennis, thank you for getting back to me.” Scott consulted with the world-renowned doctor, asking his opinion on a treatment schedule he wanted to implement for a patient of his. The type of cancer his patient had was fast moving and all encompassing. He needed to eradicate it quickly, but wanted the other doctor’s take on this rare and deadly form of cancer. Scott was able to swallow his pride and accept guidance, if it resulted in a clean patient at the end of the day.
    “Scott, I’m glad you called. I was meaning to reach out to you. I apologize that I was unable to attend your father’s funeral. Mitchell was a

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