The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Frank saw no harm in making the trip.

He did not have anything else on his plate at the moment. All he was doing was waiting for Ciaran Zobel to make contact, and she would not be doing so anytime soon. Most importantly... Frank could hear the quiet footsteps shuffling toward his room.

Naturally, it was none other than Kat.

And with Helen staying in the next room at the moment, what else could happen if Helen caught them?

Pausing for a moment, Frank then leapt to his feet, teasing Abel, "You know you'll need to pay a consultation fee if you ask me to make a trip like that, Mr. Loggins."

"No problem!" Abel assured him-he was more concerned that Frank would say no.

Not only was Frank's abilities as a healer profound, but Abel had to bother him on two occasions already.

best in any business to develop eccentricities, and asking too many favors like Abel had would upset them

still would not dare to say a

important-Abel really

had been paranoid-Frank proved far more agreeable than Abel had imagined, which reminded Abel of a certain line he read in a traditional Draconian medicine text: May the bottles on the shelf gather dust, lest

around at his apothecary, which was a lot grander than necessary, and

hand, would flaunt my shallow knowledge of traditional Draconian medicine so readily, even building an apothecary and

Kat opened the door and strode into Frank's room, but he was already gone, leaving the window open and the curtains bellowing. "What?!" she exclaimed as she ran up to the

already sped off at top speed, leaving Kat stamping her feet. "Why are you avoiding me?

no choice but