An hour later, I’m leaning my head against the back of the sofa in Dr. Williams’s comfortable therapy room—a place more home to me than my apartment. I count the holes in the soft acoustic tile while the fresh scent of the diffuser washes over me.
“You look pensive,” she says.
I straighten, regarding her dark, welcoming face and warm brown eyes, and note the amused half-smile on her full lips.
“Do you think it’s too soon for me to consider dating someone?”
She blinks. “I didn’t expect that. First time you’ve managed to surprise me.”
I grin. “Guess you’re not psychic after all.”
“Never said I was,” she reminds me. “So, since I can’t read your mind, how about you tell me what you’re thinking? It will make a difference whether you’re lonely and seeking companionship or whether you have
