Chapter 2Nick grabbed a pen from his breast pocket. Then noted the pale and slightly sweaty face of his patient in the chart. A subtle scent caught his attention and against his best intentions Nick snuck another glance at the friend. Shaggy blond curls peeked out from under the hat. Proof the voice and the pleasant cologne wasn’t false advertising.
Down boy. Nick gave himself a mental cuff on the back of the head. It didn’t matter if the guy had good taste in cologne. He was involved.
Maybe. At least, he was dating. Kind of. Honestly? He and Michael hadn’t spent much actual time together or defined their fledgling relationship. But a lack of communication didn’t mean his hormones could declare open season on any attractive man to cross his path.
Yes, it does, said hormones insistently
