Silas had mentioned a rideshare, but how sarcastic was he being at the time?
That smile he’d forced onto his face was downright fucking chilling. No sincerity in his eyes or warmth behind the corners of his mouth tugging up. It still had me shuddering anytime I thought about it.
“Ugh,” I mumbled, fogging up the glass even more.
The reflection of a figure appeared behind me.
Shit.
“Sorry—”
Using my arm to tug me away from the door, I was spun around and then practically slammed back into it, pinned by a strong grip on my biceps. Another shot out to rip my zipper down, parting my jacket with a deft and precise motion that none of it fully registered until a cold hand was being shoved up under my shirt, shocking me back to reality.
“What the fuck?”
“You really piss me off,” came the familiar murmur of a man I never thought I’d see again. He shook his head silently, annoyance pulling at his handsome features while his hand traced around my fresh scars.
Silas.
“You don’t—fuck.” My body jolted the second he jammed a finger against one of them, nearly knocking my head back into the freezer door. “What thefuckis your problem?”
“You just got these out today.”
Stating the fucking obvious.
“Okay?”
He jammed his finger into the other one, bringing tears to my eyes. “Just because the skin is healed together doesn’t mean the muscles and fat underneath have. Clearly, you didn’t read the papers I sent you home with.”
Oh my god, were we really going to do this in the middle of a goddamn grocery store?
A lecture was the last thing I needed, especially fromhimof all people.
“Yeah, Dr. Jacee already told me that this morning.”
Irritation bit through his annoyance. “So you refused to listen to either of us.”
“Can you not right now?” Even to my own ears, my words sounded like begging.
I blinked back the tears clouding my eyes and he finally came into view.
No longer in the familiar scrubs I was used to seeing him in, he was dressed in a crisp white button up that was undone two from his neck; tailored black pants tucked over the bottom of his shirt, held up with a designer belt. A long, expensive looking wool overcoat in black was worn over top of everything, soft to the touch when my hand accidentally brushed over the lapel in order to push him away.
He sighed, curling his hand around to the small of my back in order to peel me off of the door. The touch seared against my skin, nearly drawing a moan from me when our bodies were briefly pressed against each other.
When he finally let me go, I sagged again, though this time not from exhaustion at all. Suddenly, I was too hot under my coat, practically breaking out in a sweat when only moments before I’d been chilled to the bone.
He grabbed onto my arm again, keeping me upright. “This is why we follow the doctor’s orders.”
Ugh.
“I was heading home, this was just a pit stop on the way.”
“I know. I saw you walking down the street.”
My mouth dropped open. “Youfollowedme in here.”
Not a question, simply a statement of the facts. None that he could possibly refute given the evidence.
