Sunday snippet, 3.31.19

From the first draft of The Dose Makes the Poison, an enemies-to-friends-to-lovers romance between a surgeon and a journalist, in the midst of a Gilded Age small town murder mystery.

All at once, he saw it laid out plain before him. The new doctor meets a mill girl—tends her wounds without expectation of payment—indeed, while repeatedly refusing payment—then can’t spare so much as a glance towards an eligible heiress that very same evening—and then walks miles uphill every day afterwards to call upon the mill girl.

Yes, if one didn’t know Jack for a cocksucker, it all looked very suspicious, indeed.

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