To grow a pair, so to speak. Steve thought he’d encountered those times before. Like when he’d decided to join the army. Or when he’d taken a chance and started his own company. But all that had been child’s play compared to what was happening at the moment. “You seem uncomfortable,” said the middle-aged woman with the black glasses. “Just a little,” he confessed. This place wasn’t what he’d expected. It looked like some cozy den tucked away in the back of one of the spec houses he’d built over at Dolphin Isles. At least there wasn’t a couch. Just a few overstuffed chairs and a desk. No padded walls. Dr. Joanna Carson, LCP, smiled at him. “That’s a normal reaction when you first start therapy.” He waited for her to say something else, but she didn’t, which meant the ball was in his court. “Yeah, I guess.” “So let’s talk about why you’re here.” “Like I said, I want to figure out what mistakes I made in my past marriages so I don’t make them again.”
