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Isaac clenched the steering wheel, willing himself to not look back. If he did, he’d see Leanne hobbling toward the front door of the clinic, her features scrunched up in discomfort. And then he’d turn around and go back. And stay with her. Hold her hand to help her through it.
That was something he couldn’t allow himself to do. Everyone in town was already planning their non-existent wedding, and if Dr. Bennion, AKA Patty, saw them together like that—well, there would be no stopping the rumors then.
Even as he thought it, his stomach clenched up, though not because of the threat of rumors. It was because this wasn’t the kind of person he was. He pressed his foot on the brake and pulled over. Releasing a sigh, he hung his head. What was more important, the rumors or Leanne? Yes, he wa
