Nope.
They still hate each other just as much as the day they signed the papers.
And if I don’t want to end up like that, I need to convince Jess to go back to therapy.
When Jess said she was done with marriage counseling, I used that as an excuse to stop seeing my own therapist too, especially after he wanted to talk about stuff that had nothing to do with my marriage.
His office is a few blocks over. I used to see him before meeting Jess for our sessions in the same building.
Maybe if I start my own sessions again, he can help me convince Jess too. Hopefully he’ll stick to what’s important this time.
Before I can talk myself out, I grab my phone and call.
It rings.
And rings.
The line finally picks up.
“Orange Cove Therapy Center,” a woman says.
“Hi,” I say quickly. “This is Logan West. I was wondering if Dr. Brett has any openings today.”
There’s a pause. Keys clicking. “I’m sorry, Mr. West. He doesn’t have any open slots today. The earliest availability is next Wednesday.”
“Yeah,” I answer. “That might help.”
After making the appointment with the receptionist, I hang up and stare at the phone in my hand.
How the hell am I supposed to convince Jess to go back to counseling?
Chapter Five
Logan
Jess arrives at the building at three thirty, just like her text said she would.
Myles and River both go to a great private school near our house. Myles started kindergarten this year, and River’s in preschool. That’s probably part of why Jess wanted to go back to work. She’s never been the type to take Pilates classes or sit around watching TV.
The Unity Building has seven floors. We rent the fifth one. The rest are normal businesses. The ground floor has a café-restaurant and a daycare.
Building management clearly knew what they were doing.
It takes us less than fifteen minutes to sign the boys up and walk through an entirely unnecessary tour. Jess and I already checked the place top to bottom when we approved it as our company daycare.
Myles and River are both excited, especially when they hear that Jess and I will be just a phone call away.
Jess greets me with a kiss like nothing happened.
When I first told her about Lenore, she was more shocked than angry. Then she read the texts between us.
I hadn’t even thought before handing my phone over. At the time, they hadn’t seemed problematic.
But when she read them out loud to me, I knew I’d fucked up.
Hindsight is a bitch.
I crouch down in front of the boys in my office while Jess talks quietly with Mackie near the doorway.
