“My mother thinks I get my free spirit from my father.” Robin had no idea why the words spilled from her mouth. “And I don’t like that. I mean, I never even knew the guy. Why does he get to make my life complicated?”
Shane stepped a few times before saying, “We don’t get to choose our parents.”
“How very pragmatic of you,” she said.
A heartbeat of silence went by before he said, “I started therapy.”
A blip of surprise moved through her. “Really? When?” She glanced at him, the same, handsome, strong cowboy she’d admired for so long. “You’ve been by my side for days, and we’ve spent evenings together too.”
“It’s an app,” he said. “I can text or chat a counselor, and we talk.”
Robin absorbed his words. “What’s it called?” Maybe she could talk to someone about how to be less flighty. How
