Love Therapy (Stanton Falls #2) by Kaci Hart

her opinion of him was something that mattered to him.  He
just hadn’t known how much until just then.  He looked at the time on his
cell phone.  

 
    Seven p.m.

 
    It was Friday evening
and he figured that he couldn’t lose anything in trying.

 
    “Dad, excuse me for a
minute.  I need to make a call.”

 
    “Yeah son, sure.”

 
    His father dismissed
him, already deep into his game again.  
    When he had gotten outside and clear of his father’s
excited rooting, he reached for his back pocket and the business card that he
had placed in his wallet that had Donna’s contact information on it.  He
had a call to make.

Chapter 6

 
    Donna was glad it was
Friday and the week was over.  She hadn’t realized how much more demanding
work was going to be to have the same number of regular clients she normally
had and helping them in three days a week rather than a whole week.  She
thought about her only appointment she had with her new job and it made it
worthwhile.

 
    That Tuesday someone had
set up a last minute appointment and had sat with her during their lunch break.
 She talked to them about a personal family issue and saw the relief that
the person had.  

 
    She knew that counseling
could be as expensive as any other medical procedure if not more but she didn’t
realize until the woman emailed her a few times just to make sure that she did
not have a co pay that she would be responsible for.  It turned out the
woman had been hoping to see someone regarding her issue but couldn’t afford to
pay for it.  That was when Donna was really most satisfied with doing.
 She knew that as word got around about the service, which would be free
to employees, more people would take advantage of the service.  

 
    Donna pulled her car up
to the parking lot of the grocery store and walked inside.   She had
gotten all the way home from work and had walked into the kitchen when she
noticed that her cabinets and fridge were almost bare of food.  It was
definitely a chore for her, and if she had even a cup of milk and cereal, she
would have eaten that for dinner and held the shopping off for one night, but
she didn’t so she found her way back out of the house and to the store.
 Donna never really liked grocery shopping.  That was one thing she
liked about having a roommate when she was in Dallas.  She hadn’t been to
a grocery store to shop before school because she was staying with her mother
and when she got to Dallas, her roommate loved cooking so it was logical that
she pretty much did all the shopping.  

 
    I wonder if she would
ever consider moving from Dallas to Stanton Falls.

 
    Donna joked with
herself.  She knew there was no way that someone born and raised in a big
city would find her home anything but boring.  Donna grabbed an avocado,
gently squeezing as if she knew what she was feeling for.  She figured
somewhere between a rock and pudding had to be the right firmness.  Maybe
she would do some research online about picking out perishables.  She put
the avocado back, as well as her tomatoes and other things and made her way to
the frozen foods section when her phone started to ring in her purse with a
ringtone from a kid’s show she loved years ago.  She scrambled to get it
out of her bag before the whole frozen vegetables section began laughing at
her.  

 
    Pulling the phone from
her bag, she didn’t recognize the number.  It was local but there were
really only a few people that had her number in town and she didn’t recognize
that number specifically as one of them.  A moment later she remembered
that she had put her cell phone number on all her emails at the new job as well
as on her business cards.  It was most likely that someone was calling her
from there.  She’d been warned that if she didn’t want to get a bunch of
calls at odd hours, she shouldn’t put her personal cell number on her cards.
 She understood why then.  First chance she had,