“That’s just spreading on the bull crap,” Flynn said. “Talking about feelings is tough for guys. Flirting comes easy.”

“Yes, it does, and then . . .” Nessa clamped her mouth shut.

April raised her eyebrows. Was Nessa going to fess up about sleeping with Jackson? Flynn could probably offer Nessa some good advice on the matter, but she could see that Nessa wanted to keep quiet.

Poor Flynn would have to work with the man tomorrow, knowing that Jackson was seeing another woman. Flynn wouldn’t be able to judge his boss, because most likely he had done the same thing in his past. But Nessa was his cousin, and they’d all gotten pretty close this past month, so he might feel that he should defend her.

Be quiet, Nessa! April tried to convey the message through telepathy.

“But I’m the leader of this group therapy. I’m supposed to be listening to y’all. Did you have any other feelings about Tilly?” Nessa asked.

Good job. April heaved a short sigh of relief.

“She’d probably hate me for saying it, but I pitied her. I feel like I’ve made progress, and it’s like when you’re in school and algebra finally works for you. Suddenly, you want to help your friend get a handle on it, too,” Flynn answered. “Then I felt kind of deflated because she didn’t want my help.”

“Darlin’ cousin, you’re just like me in some ways. We’ve both been living in the moment so long that we can’t believe we’re ready for something with a future.” April took a cookie from the package Flynn had brought from the pantry and bit into it.

I like the future I’m seeing, she thought.

“That’s a good way to put it, but what if, after a year or two, when I settle down, I’m not happy? My dad tried to start a new life when he married my mother, and within two years he was cheating on her. I saw how it affected Mama. I don’t ever want to be that guy.” Flynn dipped a cookie in his milk.

“Then don’t be,” Nessa told him.

“That’s easier said than done,” April argued.