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“I’ll walk you out,” I say, following her to the front door. “I’m sorry,” I whisper when we’re alone.

“No need to apologize, your daughter needed you. Plus, it’s better this way.” Her eyes meet mine before she fixes them on the ground.

“Becca.” I take a step closer to her.

“It’s fine, Holt. I promise. Maybe this was a sign that we should pretend nothing happened,” she whispers. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

With that, she steps around me and leaves.

Chapter seventeen

Rebecca

I scowl at the time displayed on my computer. How is it only a little after one? I feel as though I’ve been at work for an eternity already today.

My bad mood is not at all due to what happened last night.

Nope.

Not at all.

It was for the best that Hazel woke up and interrupted us, and then Hadley came home. Otherwise, I don’t know what would have happened. Just thinking about it makes my face heat. I put my fingers to my lips, remembering our kisses. The way it felt to be in his lap. His touch. His mouth against mine. I clench my thighs together.

Nope. I have to stop thinking about it. He is still my patient.

I open my top desk drawer with a little more force than necessary, and reach for the bag of sour gummy worms I keep stashed there. Except it’s empty.

“Great.” I toss the bag into my trash can.

With an exasperated sigh, I set my elbows on my desk and drop my head into my hands.

Pull your shit together.

“You alright, Doc?”

Holt’s voice sends a shiver through me. It’s as if my thinking about him conjured him out of thin air. I sit up straight, frowning at the way my body lights up at the sight of him, leaning against the doorframe of my office.

“Fine, just busy. Did you need something?”

He uncrosses his arms, and steps into my office, closing the door behind him.

“We have an appointment.”

He stalks over to my desk and folds himself into the chair across from me.

I hum in agreement, ignoring how my body responds to his proximity, and shuffle the papers on my desk, trying to distract myself. I can’t believe I forgot I was going to see him today.

“Yep. That’s right.” I bob my head a little too vigorously.

“I think we should talk about last night,” Holt says.

I stare down at the desk, afraid to look up at him, afraid I’ll see regret for what we did. The line we crossed.

“Becca,” he says softly.

I hear him shift, and his body heat radiates around me as he leans over my desk. He runs a hand down my face and, as hard as I try, I can’t help but lean into his touch. He tips my chin up so I’m forced to meet his gaze.

“What’s going through your head?”