Doctor-Patient Confidentiality: Chapter Fifty-Seven

“Oh, my God, you scared the hell out of me!” I hiss, my words breathy and leaving my lips in a panicked rush.

It’s as if she appeared out of nowhere. I brace my hand against my chest, willing my startled heart to slow down. She’s the last person I expected to see, especially considering her department is way over on the other end of campus. I’m not really sure how to feel about seeing her here so unexpectedly. Something has to be wrong.

“Sorry,” she simply offers, “but I really needed to talk to you.” She sounds urgent, and I can see more than a hint of concern in her eyes.

I raise my brow. “You couldn’t call or text me?”

She shakes her head. “I couldn’t chance it. You know Bill’s been suspicious of me lately and I can’t have anything incriminating on my phone in case he manages to get his hands on it.”

“Then put a security password on your phone or something,” I admonish.

“You think with his IT skills he wouldn’t be able to hack it? That’s like child’s play to him,” she counters.

I sigh. She’s right. Why the hell did she have to go date a damn techie? And a ridiculously smart one, at that? I can’t even believe I’m having this conversation right now.