Her smile disappeared without a trace. Self-consciously, she glanced around at the people coming and going on the sidewalk. Finding her tongue, she quietly asked, “Do we have to talk about this out here?” Without a word, Riley stalked toward the entrance of the clinic. Refusing to be intimidated by him, she said, “I’m surprised that you’re angry. Everything seemed fine when you left this morning.” “I’m surprised that you’re surprised.” They rounded a corner in the hall and came face to face with Faye, who was with a man Catherine had never seen here at the clinic. “Catherine, hi,” Faye greeted. “How are you doing today?” All those years of etiquette training kicked in and Catherine returned Faye’s smile. “I’m well, thanks. Yourself?” “Just fine. This is Dr. Richie,” she introduced. “Doctor, this is Catherine Houston. She’s been coming to the clinic for about two weeks now.” Catherine could feel Riley brooding beside her. “Dr. Richie.” Catherine offered her hand.
