Silence that Sizzles by Ivy Sinclair Page A

opened immediately, and he found himself toe to toe with the ugliest man he’d ever seen in his life. “You don’t have an appointment,” Dr. Clarkson said with a sniff. The diminutive doctor barely came up to Kyle’s chin, but he spoke with an annoying confidence that came from an overinflated ego.
    “I don’t need one,” Kyle said as he pushed his way inside. Dr. Clarkson barely managed to get out of his way before he stepped on him. “I need a refill.”
    “I just refilled that prescription last week,” Dr. Clarkson said as he started to close the door. He gave a small yelp of surprise when another hand forced the door open.
    “A prescription of what?” Kelly stood in the doorway with a worried look on her face. She crossed her arms over her chest.
    “That’s between myself and my patient,” Dr. Clarkson said, clearly annoyed by the interruption.
    “He’s my patient as well. I’m Dr. Kelly Malone,” Kelly said as she raised her chin.
    “I wasn’t aware you’ve seen anyone for a second opinion.” Dr. Clarkson looked outraged.
    Kyle sighed. “I haven’t. I saw Dr. Malone while I was in the service. She is no longer operating in a medical capacity for me.”
    It was obvious that Kelly wasn’t going to go anywhere, so he turned away and walked over to the medicine cabinet next to Dr. Clarkson’s desk. He pointed at it. “You can either give it to me, or I’ll take it. It’s up to you.”
    Dr. Clarkson moved across the room and flung himself in front of the cabinet. “You wouldn’t.”
    “I would,” Kyle said with a hard smirk. “Now, give it to me.”
    “Kyle.” Kelly’s voice held a note of warning.
    “Not now,” he said with a low snarl. He needed the throbbing in his head to go away. Soon, if he didn’t do something to intervene, he would be fully incapacitated for who knew how long. This was the only way to keep functioning.
    Dr. Clarkson opened the cabinet and dug inside. He pulled a small baggie out that held six yellow pills in it. “Need I remind you of the consequences of overmedicating again, Mr. Frost?”
    “You certainly do not,” Kyle said as he grabbed the baggie out of Dr. Clarkson’s hand. “Put it on my tab.” Then he moved out of the room and out the door before the doctor could say anything else.
    He got back into the cab, and Kelly joined him a moment later. He felt the weight of her stare as he pulled one of the pills out and popped it into his mouth. He downed it in one swallow. He put the rest into his pocket. Just in case he needed them later.
    “What the hell was that?” Kelly finally asked breaking the silence.
    “A refill. What did it look like?”
    “That man didn’t want to give it to you.”
    “Yeah, well, Dr. Clarkson is a pain in the ass on the best of days. He’s got a pretty sweet set-up here considering his specialty is shifters. He needs to start remembering who pays the majority of his paycheck.” Dr. Clarkson was the on call physician at the club for fight nights.
    “I can only assume that your extreme reluctance to tell me what that pill was you took means it’s something illegal.”
    “Not illegal. Just something that isn’t available in wider distribution because those six pills he gave me cost more than most people’s monthly rent.”
    “Kyle…” she started, but Kyle cut her off.
    “One thing at a time, okay? You need help, and I need a clear head. That’s what taking that pill gets me. Once we get to our appointment, things will start making sense for you again. I promise.”
    “How can you possibly promise that?”
    “People come to us for help for a reason. We help people who don’t know how to help themselves. I need you to trust me.” They rode in silence for a few moments. He knew that he wasn’t going to be so lucky as to have escaped her questions about his condition.
    “What was the hallucination about?” The question was asked cautiously, as if she was afraid of what his reaction was going to be. She had