The Billionaire Doctor's Runaway Patient

or the glass of ice water on the table, desperate to wet her dry throat. Her hand was shaking so bad

nen napkin from the dispenser. He handed it to her across the table

and back as if sh

ht wasn't working. She needed to fight. She needed to make him leav

xcuse me!" she called out, her voice intentionally loud and grating. "Brin

aken aback by her harsh tone.

ws on the table, crossing his hands under his chin, and watched her with inten

"So, Corbin. Beatrice tells me you're a doctor. Let's skip the small talk. What's y

Enough to be comfortable, Ms. Spence. And I prefer to own my own space." His tone was calm,

iece of complimentary bread from the basket and took a massive, unladylike bite to buy ti

of water toward her. His lips

horitative tone that made her skin prickle. "Difficulty swallowing.

ing her. At th

doctors were incredibly boring," she snapped, dropping the gold-digger act and going straight for insu

en them vanished. His broad chest hovered over th

ted straight through her chest. "A doctor's job is to explore the deepest, most hidden

n room crashed over her again-the cold air, the stirrups, his intense focus. A wave of dizziness w

tting the expensive ca

ed. The pain in her pelvis throbbed in time with her racing pu

ed against the floor. "I need to use the res

g his head slightly. He gestured toward the back of the cafe with

shed through the restroom door and leaned against the sink, gripping the porcelain e

k out there, sh

here was a heavy metal do

nto the dim, narrow hallway. She navigated past stacks

care. She ran. Her heels splashed into dirty puddles, her breath coming in ragged gasps. S

, her chest heaving, and looked

. Her hands were still shaking as she

sly. He is an arrogant jerk. Do n

und the clinic's automated text confirming her appo

d Block t

ceive phone calls, messages, or Fac

She straightened her spine, took a deep breath of the city air,

e, fifteen minu

rom him. He let out a low, dark chuckle. He rai

lar bill on the table as a tip, picked up his medical jour

e back seat. He pulled his phone from his suit pocket and dialed

g. It went straight to a

ous, predatory light sparking in the icy blue depths. He tossed the phone onto the l

ittle liar?" he murmu