Doctor-Patient Confidentiality: New Adult Enemies-to-Lovers Romance

Chapter Forty-Two

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We make our way back to the roundabout again, and this time I have a hard time enjoying the scenery as I walk past more statues and fountains and other impressive sights. My mind is completely preoccupied with the imposing man walking next to me, leading me with his hand still resting snugly on my lower back.

I hate to admit it, but his hand feels amazing; strong and sure and possessive.

I really should tell him to take it off me, to keep his hands to himself, but I'm having a bit of trouble—quite a bit, actually—figuring out if that's what I actually want. It's the right thing to do, obviously, but no one ever said doing the right thing was easy.

I try to focus on the cool wispy blades of grass beneath my feet and the cold air blowing over my skin instead of the large, warm hand on my back and the sexy, woody cologne emanating from his body.

We're finally at the roundabout again, and there are still people pulling up with their cars, just arriving on the scene. This is obviously meant to be an all-nighter. I wonder how long Nicole intends for us to stay. I'm betting it's probably how ever long Mindy wants.

I feel Frost's hand leave my back, and he checks his phone before turning to me again.

"Wait here," he says, pulling his jacket off. He brings it around me, and I realize I've been clutching my body the whole time, trying desperately to keep myself warm even though I didn't notice it because I was actually using the cold to keep my focus on something other than him—even if it was unpleasant.

He brings the big jacket around me, and I'm already waving my hands in refusal and shaking my head.

"No, it's okay. I'm staying," I say, still wrapping my arms around myself.

He frowns slightly, but proceeds to cover me with the jacket anyway, easily draping it over my shoulders. The giant coat tents me, and its crisp, thick fabric brings instant warmth with it—warmth and his super sexy, musky cologne.

I'm suddenly encompassed by the indirect heat of his body and the incredible smell of him. I feel my body sway ever so slightly as my senses become momentarily overwhelmed by him, and I can't stop myself from swooning inside.

"I thought you just agreed to let me take you home," he says, sounding a bit irritated and bringing me out of my very brief reverie. "You clearly don't want to be here."

"I'll get home the way I got here," I say, avoiding his frosty eyes.

His name is actually quite fitting for the pair of icy things. They give him an extra menacing edge, and I have to wonder how that works out for him whenever he's dealing with his patients. I have absolutely no doubt that this man intimidates most, if not all, of his patients, or has at one point or another.

Just then, a red Porsche pulls up just a few feet away from where we're standing, and from it emerges yet another person I wasn't planning on running into tonight.

Mindy.

She's dressed in all white, from her lace dress to her platform heels and her Chanel clutch. Her blue-black hair is up in a sleek ninja bun, making her bangs look even more blunt and severe on her face. They definitely frame her eyes well; eyes that quickly zone in on me as she walks up to the curb to hand her keys to a valet.

She looks between Dr. Frost and I as she continues to walk up to us, her brow arched in surprise, but the questioning expression on her face is quickly replaced when he looks her way with a friendly smile.