starving.â Her finger brushed his and she flinched back quickly.
A deep flutter fell across his belly. Wow, it had been a while since he experienced that. He smiled at her as she took a bite. She looked around the room, anywhere but him. A flush rose into her cheeks and her eyes blinked rapidly. So she felt the rush, too. They both had no right feeling this spark between each other, but it was something he couldnât ignore.
She nodded her chin in Jasonâs direction. âHeâs a barrel of energy. Howâs it going with him?â
Colin picked up a warm breadstick and dipped it in the marinara sauce. âBetter. Even though heâs grounded, he doesnât seem too put out.â
âI can see that.â Hopeâs lips tightened. She sat up straighter and folded her hands together.
Uh-oh. Serious Hope again.
âI wanted to call and talk to you.â
âReally?â He sat back and smiled at her. âI like the sound of that.â
She reached behind her and touched her ponytail. âWell, this is entirely school related. You see, yesterday, during Jasonâs detention, I had him write an essay about why he pushed Bret Wilson.â
âBret Wilson? Ah, I see. Heâs had some problems with the boy for a while now. I didnât think it was that serious, though.â Colin shook his head.
âI think what Jason said in his essay is worth sharing with you.â She peeked toward Jason, who played behind them.
Colin frowned. âWhat is it?â
âHe said he pushed Brett because â â Hope scrunched her nose again. âThe boy called him a motherless weenie.â
âSon of a â â Colin rested his elbow on the table and dropped his head in his palms. âWhat else?â
âHe wrote extensively about not having a mom and what people say to him. He said it was no big deal, but itâs obvious that isnât true. Heâs struggling with how to deal with these painful feelings.â She tilted her head down to look in Colinâs eyes. âI just wanted you to know.â
He sighed. âI guess itâs no secret weâre still having a hard time dealing with his momâs death. I donât know how much you know, but she died in a car accident two years ago.â
âThe school counselor filled me in.â She placed her hand on top of his. âIâm sorry.â
A jolt shot through him and he placed his hand on top of hers because he needed to feel her touch and he didnât want her to let go. âJason doesnât talk to me about it. I had him in counseling for a year and it seemed to help. In fact, the counselor said he didnât need to go anymore. I guess I need to work on figuring out a way to reach him.â
âFrom the little Iâve seen youâre doing a fine job, Colin.â She let go of his hand. âIn time, itâll get easier.â
âI hope so.â
Jason walked back to the table and sat next to Hope again. âI lost the last game.â
Hope drank her tea. âWhat game do you like to play?â
âIâm the best at The Racer. Still the top scorer.â
She cocked her head. âYou must play a lot.â
âWe come here most Fridays, so I kind of feel like itâs my game. Dad isnât too bad either.â
âNow, thatâs something Iâd like to see.â She smiled.
The waitress arrived with the pizza and a salad plate. âEnjoy.â
âYouâre welcome to have a slice.â Colin offered as he served Jason.
âI just got back from yoga, so I think Iâll go the light route. Be right back.â She headed for the salad bar.
Colin watched her meander over, her long legs beckoning his attention. Yoga could be a nice sport. A very limber sport. He shook his head and looked back at Jason, who had a smile plastered on his face.
âSheâs nice, huh, dad?â
Colin cleared his throat and took