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Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 1222

Tarquin put away his phone and pulled her into his arms with a quick kiss.

“Just got back?” he asked.

“Yeah. The kids are downstairs with Mom. Caroline and Blossom stayed over at Winona’s; they didn’t come home with us.”

Tarquin said, “Don’t worry about them. I’ve arranged for someone to keep an eye on them. They’ll be safe.”

“I know. But what’s on your mind? Talk to me,” Elysia said as she settled onto his lap, gently smoothing the worry lines from his brow.

Tarquin wrapped an arm around her waist, his thoughts heavy.

Zane had both the virus and the cure—and claimed he’d make a billion dollars in three months. That kind of confidence? It was… unnerving.

He could just release the virus, then sell the cure for a fortune. It wouldn’t be the first time something like this happened out here. Plenty of pharmaceutical companies played both sides of the fence.

But Zane’s so-called ‘cure’ couldn’t even kill the mutated strain. If he really unleashed this thing, the consequences would be unimaginable.

The only real solution was to develop a working antidote—fast. Before Zane or his mysterious partner made their move.

But Tarquin wasn’t a doctor. He could only do so much.

“Is there a problem with the antidote Zane gave you?” Elysia asked suddenly.

Tarquin’s eyes flicked up. “Did you hear something?”

Elysia replied, “Dr. Benjamin called this afternoon. I was helping Winona tidy up, so I missed it. When I called back, he was really vague—hung up after just a few words.”

“Dr. Benjamin knows I have a medical background. Maybe he wanted my help with the antidote?”

Tarquin didn’t answer, but the look in his eyes said enough.

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