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“And it’s Dr. Moore,” he corrects her earlier words.

I guess she doesn’t call him Leo. My lips twitch, but I fight my grin.

Stepping close to Riley and me, he dismisses Kitty.

“Are you okay?”

I nod, unable to answer.

“I don’t like her,” Riley mutters, watching the blonde stomp away.

“Enough of that,” Doc says, then nods at the house that we’re standing in front of. “Go get more candy.”

Not needing to be told twice, Riley runs off excitedly.

Once she’s out of earshot, I apologize. “Sorry about that. She’s not really a fan.”

“What’s not to love?” He winks, reaching for the water in my hand.

“Oh, don’t drink that. I . . .”

But he doesn’t wait for me to finish. Tilting the bottle, he gulps some of the water down.

“Spat water back in,” I finish in a mumble.

He raises a brow, screwing the cap back on the bottle. “I’m not worried about catching something from you.”

I flush at his wink.

A yellow blur flies past us, little feet slapping the sidewalk. “To the next!”

Using the distraction, I follow the little girl.

“I missed you in my office this week.”

My heart stops at his words. “What do you mean?” We both know what he’s referring to. I just never expected him to acknowledge it out loud.

“Your annual visit,” he challenges, his left brow raised.

My face flames at his words. I go to see him as a patient after Halloween for one reason only. My mystery man. There’s nowhere else in this small town to go for Plan B and a checkup.

A secret that has stayed between Doc; Kathy, his receptionist; and me until now.

I glare at him for saying the words out loud and in public.

“It wasn’t needed this year,” I snap.

Leonard looks away.

Shit.

An awkward silence settles over the two of us. Riley skips a few feet in front, oblivious to my torn morals.

“I’m sorry. It’s just a sore subject.”

“I understand.” He nods. “I shouldn’t have inquired. I’m sorry.”

Scrubbing my face, I sigh. “It’s just complicated.”