Page 60 of Doc Defence

Hel grinned. She loved making him laugh and found her deadpan explanations for things most people found far too much information was a surefire way to set him off.

It was a good thing she didn’t get embarrassed easily, as when you regularly had to enquire about how the inanimate object ended up inserted into an orifice it shouldn’t go, you weren’t afraid of a few words to describe private parts.

Frost laughed some more and reached over, putting his hand on her shoulder. Hel flushed as a bolt of electricity rippled through her from his touch.

This was a problem. She really, really liked him and wanted to spend all her free time with him. While she was usually fearless and would tell a man she liked them and wanted to date them, this was so much more complicated than that.

He was providing her with free accommodation and also buying most of the food and refusing to take money from her—she kept sneaking fifty dollar bills into his wallet to try and at least contribute—and if that wasn’t enough, he was leaving. His whole life was in Canada. And last of all, she wasn’t his type, as his ex was everything she wasn’t. So she kept quiet and made herself be satisfied with the friendship they were developing.

“The other two are Ron, he’s an Anaesthetist, like Clara and Sadie. And, finally there’s Maisie, she’s a Neonatologist, she specialises in premature and newborn babies.”

“Do I need to remember all their names?” Frost asked.

“Nope,” Hel replied. “Please do try and remember mine though. It will be very embarrassing if you forget.”

“I won’t ever forget your name.” His voice was soft, and Hel wished she wasn’t driving and could look across to see the expression on his face.

His words sounded so intimate. Maybe he was feeling something like her? She dismissed the errant thought when the images of Star popped into her head. And she would never admit this, but she had Googled him and his ex-girlfriends. The girls all had a few things in common. They were stunningly beautiful. They were petite. They were impeccably made up. And they all had jobs like models, influencers, and PR consultants.

None of them were Emergency doctors who got more meals than they should from a vending machine. They all looked like they had nutritionists and did Pilates and yoga every day.

Which reminded her, she needed to call Ken and do a lesson with him. She had missed her last two weeks with the upheaval of the fire.

Hel chose to ignore the potential implications and grumbled, “It is very unforgettable. I swear my parents thought they’d given birth to a ninety-year-old instead of a baby when they chose the name.”

“It’s well, it’s…” Frost stumbled over his words.

“Yeah. It’s something,” Hel said dryly and indicated to pull her car into the parking space.

They now had getting out of the car down to a fine art, and Hel walked around to the back, grabbed the crutches out of the boot and went to his door to open it and make sure he got out okay.

“I feel like an old man with you fussing over me,” Frost grumbled as he pulled himself to his feet.

“Quit complaining. “ Hel passed him the crutches and put a hand on his arm to make sure he was steady before she stepped back, even as a part of her wished she could stay holding onto him. “If you didn’t act like an old man, I wouldn’t treat you like one.” she added cheekily, grinning.

“Hey. Ethel. That’s not nice!” Frost fired back.

“Nope. I warned you, kneecaps,” Hel threatened.

Frost chuckled. “Just make sure you pick my bad leg to kneecap. I need one good one left.”

“No, that’s no fun. If I pick the bad one, you’ll always walk around in circles. If I take out your good leg, at least I’ve evened you up,” Hel said very seriously.

“You are ruthless.” Frost got to the door first and attempted to juggle his crutches so he could hold it open for her.

“Really?” Hel stood watching him. “Come on, old man, move out of the way and let me do it.”

Frost sighed in irritation. “This having no arms thing is bloody annoying. Why can’t I get a walking cast?”

Hel rolled her eyes. She had explained a couple of times to him. “Because the tibia snapped in two, and you need to let it heal before you put two hundred kilograms of weight on it.”

Frost squawked a very unmanly noise and turned to face her. “You think I weigh two hundred kilograms.”

Hel snickered when he attempted to suck in his already flat stomach. “No. But it was worth saying to hear you make that noise.” She grinned and leaned past him to grab the door.

“It was a very manly noise.” Frost huffed.

Hel smirked. “Uh-huh. Keep telling yourself that, big guy.” Even at five foot eight, Frost towered over her.

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