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Chapter Two

Tina wasn’t surprised that Zac was the first parent to claim his child that day. It was barely four-thirty when he arrived. Justin looked up from the rug where he was pushing a toy race car, broke into a wide grin when he spotted his daddy and ran to him.

Zac tousled the boy’s thick brown hair. “Hi, buddy. Did you have fun?”

Nodding, Justin suddenly turned shy again and hid his face against his father’s leg, just as he had that morning when he’d first arrived.

Troubled by the abrupt change in the child’s attitude, Tina approached. “You’ll need to sign him out on that clipboard hanging on the wall by the door. Just find his name, fill in the time and sign in the space provided.”

She followed, as Zac took the boy’s hand and led him toward the door. Justin was dragging his feet and not looking at anyone, so she crouched down beside him as Zac paused to check the pupil list.

“It was very nice having you in my class, today, Justin,” she said amiably. “Tomorrow we’re going to paint, and play with the outside toys and have lots more fun.”

When the boy looked into her eyes, Tina was positive she saw a glimmer of fear. She gently stroked his bare arm to soothe him. “And then tomorrow, after school, your daddy will come for you again. Just like he did today.” Still not sure she was getting through to the little boy she added, “And I’ll be your special friend. If you want to keep me company while I walk around and do my job, you can be my helper, okay?”

“O-okay.” His voice was barely above a whisper. As soon as he spoke he looked up at his father for reassurance.

Tina, too, looked up. “I think you should tell Justin that it’s okay for me to be his friend,” she said. “He seems worried that you might not approve.”

“He doesn’t need a friend Ms….”

“It’s Braddock, remember? But call me Miss Tina. Everybody does. It simplifies things for the children.”

“All right. My son needs a teacher and a caretaker, Miss Tina. That’s why I brought him here. However, I don’t see how becoming emotionally involved will help you do a better job. Or help Justin adjust to the new routine.”

She blessed the little boy with a smile of encouragement before she straightened to face his father. The smile faded and her chin jutted out. “Everybody needs friends, Mr. Frazier. Even stubborn, hardheaded men like you, whether you choose to admit it or not.”

“Ah, I see. Are you volunteering?”

Tina didn’t like the self-satisfied expression on his face. Her eyes narrowed. “Why do I get the idea that’s a trick question?”

“Because it is. You aren’t the first single woman who’s figured she could get to me by befriending my son,” Zac said flatly. “And I’m sure you won’t be the last. I learned a long time ago that it was best for Justin if I put a stop to that kind of nonsense before it got started.”

“You think I’m pursuing you?”

“It’s pretty obvious.”

“Oh, really?” Righteous indignation rose. “Well, let me tell you something, mister. If I was interested in getting to know you on a personal level, which I am not, I’d have the backbone to come right out and say so, not hide my intentions at the expense of an innocent child.”

Zac was starting to smile for real. “Are you through?”

“No.” She pulled a pout. “But I think I’d better stop talking before I say too much.”

“Undoubtedly. I suspect I may have to rethink my conclusions about you.”

“I certainly hope so.”

“In that case, I apologize, Miss Tina.” He politely offered his hand. “If you want to be buddies with my son and can keep me out of the equation, then I certainly have no objection.”

That’s big of you, she thought cynically. For the boy’s sake she took Zac’s hand, intending to shake it merely to demonstrate harmony. It should have been a simple act. It wasn’t. The moment he grasped her fingers some serious complications arose. Tina felt a jolt of awareness zing up her arm and spread telltale warmth across her cheeks.

A barely coherent “Thanks” squeaked out of her suddenly tight, dry throat as she quickly withdrew from his touch. No wonder he’d had so much trouble with other women! The poor guy was unconsciously sending out the wrong kind of signals. At least, the ones she was picking up were wrong. Very wrong. Especially for her.

Zac cleared his throat. “So, what time can I bring Justin in the morning?”

“We open at eight. I’m usually here by a little after seven, if you want to drop him off early. You’ll need to knock. I keep the door locked when I’m here alone.” The cautious look returning to his eyes reminded her of the conversation they’d concluded a few moments before, so she clarified her statement. “I will not be waiting with baited breath for you to come in with him.”

Chuckling, he nodded and relaxed. “Okay, okay. I’m convinced. You’re not shopping for a husband.”

“You’ve got that right.”

“Mind telling me why not?”

Tina’s stomach tied in a hard knot. She did mind. A lot. But it wouldn’t do to say so and start an unnecessary discourse. She hadn’t even told her brother Craig, back home in California, what had convinced her to stay away from romance no matter what else happened. There was no way she was going to explain that kind of personal trauma to a stranger. Especially since her past history had been the obvious reason for at least one failed relationship.

“It’s not relevant,” Tina said, choking back any sign of emotion. “Let’s just say I’m perfectly happy with my life as it is. I live in a great town, and having these wonderful kids around me all the time blesses my socks off.”

“Ah, so you’re happy with the status quo. Me, too. Too bad the rest of the world doesn’t understand that, isn’t it?”

“Do eligible women really chase you around all the time?” she asked, baiting him on purpose to take his focus off her life and put it back on his.

“Yes.” Zac laughed softly. “Actually, that was one of the reasons I decided I needed to move to this tiny corner of Arkansas. My friends meant well, but they were fixing me up with dates so often they were driving me crazy.”

“My boss, Mavis Martin, is like that.” Tina pointed to an adjoining room. “She takes care of the littlest babies over there in our nursery. She means well, too, but sometimes…”

“Don’t be too hard on her. She probably wants to make sure you’re not lonely.” Zac paused, thoughtful. “In my case, Justin and I are doing fine as we are. We’re a team.” He glanced down at the boy and tousled his hair again. “Aren’t we, buddy? Well, tell Miss Tina goodbye for now. You’ll see her again in the morning.”

Crouching to be on the boy’s level, she touched his free hand and smiled with fondness. “Bye, Justin. I’ll see you soon.”

For an instant the boy leaned her way, and she thought he was going to break down and hug her. Instead, he whispered, “Bye,” and hurried to keep up with his daddy as Zac started for the door.

Tina’s heart went out to the child. Zac Frazier might be a whiz at understanding the older kids he worked with, but he had a long way to go before he met all the emotional needs of his four-year-old son. Somebody was going to have to show him the error of his ways soon, or the boy was likely to carry the scars of the lack of physical closeness all his life.

It was painfully clear to Tina that she’d been placed in a perfect position to enlighten him. The trouble was, she didn’t feel even remotely qualified for such a daunting task.

“Oh, Father, why me?” she prayed softly. “I couldn’t even straighten out my own brother. How am I ever going to show that man how to love his son the way he should?”

No easy answer came. She didn’t expect it to.

It was over a week before Tina had any news for Zac about available housing. The trouble was, the only house she’d found was the one close to hers. Too close. She wrestled with her conscience all day, knowing she should give him an update about it and hating to because she didn’t want to have to deal with him as a neighbor. Nevertheless, she gave in and presented the address when he came to call for Justin.

“This is the rental I told you about,” Tina said. “If you haven’t found a place yet, this one is going to be vacant soon. The landlord wants to have a chance to clean it up and paint it before he rents it again, so I’m afraid you’ll have to wait a while.” Shrugging, she said, “Sorry. It was the best I could do.”

“How about if I volunteer to do the painting to save time? I really don’t want to keep Justin in that motel any longer than I have to. It’s not enough like a home.”

“I agree. He told me a lot of his toys are in storage and he wants to be able to get the boxes out and play with everything. He rattled off a list of treasures that had the other kids drooling.”

“My son told you all that?”

“In great detail. He has a very good vocabulary for a child his age. I suppose that comes from spending so much time with adults.”

“The only adult he has much to do with is me,” Zac said. “And you, of course. He talks about Miss Tina all the time. I think he has a crush on you.”

She laughed lightly. “That’s pretty normal, too. I can’t help but get attached to these kids and they respond to me the same way. I love ’em all. Even Tommy.”

“The kid I was going to paint purple?” Zac chuckled. “I remember. Is he still acting up?”

“From time to time. He’s a healthy boy. He can’t help some of the things he does, like not sitting still or not remembering to keep his hands to himself. But he’s improving. They all are.”

“Even my son?”

The man looked so concerned, she decided to go into more detail. “Justin has never caused me any trouble. Actually, that much virtue had me worried to begin with, but I’ve been watching him, and he’s beginning to act more normal. I’ve actually seen him getting into a little mischief lately.”

Zac stiffened. “I’ll have a talk with him.”

“No!” Tina was so adamant she forgot herself and grabbed Zac’s forearm, holding tight. “Don’t you dare. That would spoil everything. He’s just starting to loosen up and have fun here.”

Casting a wary glance at her hand where it gripped his bare arm, Zac said, “Looks like he’s not the only one who’s loosening up. Your fingernails are leaving dents. If I promise to behave myself, will you let go of me?”

“Oops. Sorry.” Embarrassed, Tina jumped back. It would be a hot day at the North Pole before she touched that man again! She didn’t have to look in a mirror to know her cheeks were bright pink. So was her neck.

“You’re forgiven. It’s nice to know you care so much. About Justin’s welfare, I mean.” He cleared his throat. “By the way, that’s a great color on you.”

Brushing her hands over her skirt, she said, “This? Thanks. I chose it because the paint spots blend right in.”

Zac was clearly amused. “Actually, I meant the color on your face. Have you always blushed so easily?”

“Only when I forget myself and grab hold of strange men,” Tina responded with a nervous laugh. “Believe me, it doesn’t happen all that often.”

“Let’s hope not.” Looking across the room, he beckoned to his son. “Come on, Justin. We’re going to go look at a house before dinner.”

The little boy raced to his dad. “A real house?”

“Yes. A real house. See?” Zac showed him the paper with the address on it, then looked over at Tina. “I forgot to ask. How do we get there?”

“It’s not hard. You take the main highway west, past the market and up the hill, then veer right at the first road after the vacant lot where Ed Beasley used to keep all those rusty antique cars.” She was waving her hands for emphasis.

“Who?”

Frustrated, Tina realized they had a basic information problem. “Never mind. I forgot. Ed sold out and moved before you came to town. I usually navigate by familiar landmarks, which is a good thing since the dirt roads around here don’t have street signs posted.”

“Could you draw me a map?”

“I have a better idea.” She glanced at the wall clock. “If you can wait another twenty minutes, I can lead you there myself. That way you won’t get lost. When I first moved here I took a wrong turn on one of those unmarked roads and I thought I’d never find my way back to civilization.”

“So, the house is stuck way out in the country? I’m not sure that’s what I’m looking for.”

“Unpaved streets do not mean it’s rustic,” Tina countered. “You’ll see. It’s a lovely house. And the yard is fenced so you won’t have to worry about Justin wandering off when he’s playing outside.”

Zac was shaking his head. “That’s not a problem. My son always stays where he can see me and I can see him, when we’re at home.”

It was his matter-of-fact attitude that gave Tina pause. No normal child of four kept an eye on his or her parent every minute. It wasn’t natural. Or healthy. Zac Frazier was a smart man, an educated man. Why couldn’t he see that?

Or was it just that he didn’t want to?

Zac hung around until the last of the children had been picked up, then he and Justin followed Tina out to the parking lot. He’d pictured her as the convertible or the sports car type. Instead, she floored him by climbing into an old, dusty, blue pickup truck.

He secured Justin in his seat in the rear of their minivan and got behind the wheel. Hopefully, he hadn’t looked too surprised at Tina’s mode of transportation. He didn’t want to hurt her feelings when she was trying so hard to do him a favor.

She pulled alongside, windows rolled down. “Ready?”

“Lead the way,” Zac called.

As soon as she drove off, he turned up the van’s air-conditioning. Ahead, he could see Tina’s long, light brown hair blowing in the wind. She might not be driving a fancy new convertible, but he hadn’t been far wrong about her overall attitude. She looked exactly like the free spirit he’d been picturing ever since they’d met.

No wonder she wasn’t interested in settling down and getting married. She wasn’t the sweet, contented homemaker type Kim had been. Thinking of his late wife gave Zac a familiar jolt of guilt. He’d been over and over the boating accident in his mind and had never come up with a clear cause, yet his subconscious kept insisting it was his fault. It had to be. After all, he was the husband and father. Keeping his family safe was his responsibility. And he’d failed. By the time he’d pulled Justin to safety and gone back for Kim, she’d sunk below the surface of the murky water and he hadn’t been able to locate her.

Ahead, Tina signaled for a turn. That snapped Zac out of his contemplative mood. He was glad she wasn’t speeding, because he wouldn’t have compromised Justin’s safety just to keep up with her. His days of risk-taking were over.

The road narrowed beneath a canopy of trees. Scraggly, dead tree branches stuck out here and there on both sides of the road like long, crooked fingers. If it had been dark, the scene might have seemed eerie. As it was, however, the lovely summer day lingered to bathe the countryside with rays from the setting sun. Lush growth on the healthier oaks and cedars softened the angles of their bare counterparts.

Checking Justin in the mirror, Zac saw that the boy had already fallen asleep. Good. The poor kid needed the rest. He sighed. Truth to tell, so did his daddy. Between the two of them, they’d spent many restless, nightmare-filled nights this past year. Maybe a new house, a new town, a new job were what they needed. Zac certainly hoped so. He was running out of fresh ideas.

Tina pulled into a driveway and parked. Zac followed, and couldn’t believe his eyes. He stared. There were flowers everywhere. Hundreds of them. In pots, in planters, coming up in bunches in the lawn. He’d never seen anything so naturally beautiful in his life.

Climbing out of the van, all he said was “Wow.”

Tina joined him in time to hear the comment. “I’m glad you like it. Gardening is a hobby of mine.”

“This is your place? I thought…”

“Sorry,” she said, pointing. “The one you came to see is three doors down. I turned in here by force of habit. Guess I was daydreaming. Come on. We can walk over.”

Zac cast a weary glance at his sleeping son. “I hate to wake him. He has a lot of trouble getting to sleep.”

“Then, leave him alone and move your car over in front of the other house where we can watch him. I’ll meet you there.”

She started off without waiting for him to agree. Watching her go, Zac was struck by her effortless grace and lively step. Always before she’d been inside the classroom when he’d seen her move. Now, she’d shed her shoes and was cutting across the lawn barefoot, like a child who’d just been let out of school.

What a fascinating woman. There was an easy goodness about her that spoke to his soul, made him miss the spiritual aspects of his former life. Maybe it was time to take her up on her invitation and make plans to visit her church. If even half the members were as amiable as Tina Braddock, it was a place he wanted to see for himself.

“The Nortons left their key under the mat so you could get inside,” Tina said, handing it to him. “Here. Go take a peek. I’ll stay out here and watch Justin for you.”

“You’re sure they won’t mind?”

“Nope. They’ve moved most of their furniture already. Doris told me to give you the key and turn you loose.”

“She’s not worried about letting a stranger poke through her home?”

“You’re not a stranger,” Tina told him. “I vouched for you. Besides, the Norton’s oldest boy is in high school, so they’ve already heard plenty about you.”

Zac arched an eyebrow. “Small-town gossip?”

“You’ll get used to it. Everybody means well. They like to keep an eye on newcomers, that’s all.”

“How long does it take to become one of the good ole boys?”

Tina laughed. “A couple of generations, as near as I can tell. A genuine southern accent helps, too. I’m working on mine.”

“I thought I’d noticed a drawl in some of the quaint expressions you use.”

“I’m not adding colloquialisms on purpose,” she explained. “They slip into my conversation because I hear them so much. When I first moved here, I used to always catch the unusual ways people talked. Now, it’s hard to pick up differences even if I’m listening for them.”

“Not for me,” he said, laughing quietly and shaking his head. “The other day one of the teachers I work with said he was ‘fixin’ to take a cold,’ and I had to stop myself from asking him where he was planning on taking it.”

He fitted the key into the lock and turned it till he heard it click. “Keep a close eye on Justin. I had to leave the motor running so the air conditioner would work. If he wakes up and sees I’m gone, he’ll be scared. This shouldn’t take long. I’m not fussy.”

“Don’t you worry one bit. I’m not fixin’ to leave till you’re as happy as a possum in a henhouse,” Tina quipped, grinning widely.

Zac rolled his eyes and turned away, laughing to himself. The woman was naturally humorous, whether she knew it or not. No wonder Justin had taken to her so quickly and blossomed in her class. Tina Braddock was more than a good teacher. She was a very special person, too.

Chapter Three

Concerned about safety, Tina strolled toward the van while she waited for Zac to return. She understood why he’d chosen to leave the motor running. Justin needed the cool air. The weather was typical of summer in the Ozarks: steamy and hot, good for flowers and veggies but not as pleasant as it would be in a month or so when fall arrived.

She shaded her eyes and peeked in the van window. Justin was asleep on the bench seat in the center, close enough to the driver to be watched, yet protected from the front air bag. It didn’t surprise her that Zac had chosen the best location for his son. The man didn’t miss a trick where safety was concerned.

The boy stirred. Holding very still, Tina willed him back to a deeper sleep. For a few minutes she thought she’d gotten her wish. Then the boy’s eyes fluttered open, and he realized almost immediately that he’d been left alone.

“Daddy!” Panicky, Justin began to struggle to undo his seat belt.

Tina rapped on the window and called to him. If he got loose, there was no telling what he might do. She made a grab for the door handle and gave it a wrench. It didn’t open!

“I’m here, Justin,” she shouted. “I’m right here. It’s okay. You’re fine. Daddy will be right back.”

The child began to sob. Tina pounded on the window with the flat of her hand, then ran around to try the doors on the opposite side. They were all locked. She knew she didn’t dare leave the van long enough to fetch Zac. If Justin managed to undo his seat belt while she was gone, he might inadvertently slip the van into gear and cause an accident. If only his idiotic, overprotective father hadn’t locked the blasted doors!

Close to panic herself, Tina shouted at the house. “Zac! Zac!” She needn’t have worried that he might not hear her. In seconds he was charging across the lawn.

“What happened?”

“He woke up and…”

Zac reached for the door. “Why did you let him get so upset? I warned you…” He jerked the handle. Nothing happened! He whirled. “Why did you lock the door?”

“I didn’t lock it. You did.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Well, somebody did,” Tina countered. “Maybe you pushed the wrong button when you got out.”

“No way.” Zac’s eyes widened. “Oh, no. He’s loose.” Fighting to appear calm, he called, “Hey, buddy. Here I am. Come open the door for Daddy.”

The child was too overwrought to respond. He threw one foot up on the back of the front seat and was struggling to scramble over.

“We have to do something. We can’t let him get to the driver’s seat,” Tina shouted.

“I know.” Zac ran around to the other side of the van and dropped to his knees by the driver’s door. He’d stashed an extra key under there for emergencies. What he hadn’t counted on was the mud he found caked in hard ridges where the metal key holder should have been.

Scraping frantically with his fingernails, he called to Tina, “Get me something to break this off with!”

In the bedlam, Tina heard only part of his request. She quickly hefted a rock the size of a cantaloupe and whacked the front passenger window. Safety glass fragmented into a million tiny, harmless pieces the size of peas.

Zac came up off his knees with the box in his hand and a wild look on his face. “What the—?”

“You said to break it, so I did,” she explained.

“Break the mud off my spare key—” he waved the muddy box “—not break the window!”

“Well, why didn’t you say so?”

“I did.” He swiftly unlocked the door on his side of the van and held out his arms. Justin was just landing in the front seat. Relieved, Zac grasped his small hand and helped him step down. “It’s okay, son. I’ve got you.”

The frightened boy wrapped his arms around his father’s leg and held on as if it were a lifeline. His breath came in halting, shuddering sobs.

Waiting, Tina stood back and watched father and son try to regain their composure. Zac rested his hand on the boy’s hair. When he tilted his head back and closed his eyes for a few seconds, Tina imagined him sending up a silent prayer of thanks. She’d already done the same. Breaking the window might be considered foolhardy by some people—but how was she to know Zac had a spare key? Given her assessment of the situation, she’d done the right thing. Anyway, Justin was safe. That was all that really mattered.

Acting on impulse, she approached the child, dropped to one knee beside him and began to gently stroke his back, while he continued to cling to Zac. “You’re fine now, honey. Your daddy’s right here. You know he’d never leave you.”

To her surprise, Justin released his usual hold on his father’s leg, threw himself at her, wrapped his little arms tightly around her neck and began to weep anew. Tina got down on both knees to hug him close.

“Oh, baby. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.”

Tears of empathy filled her eyes and slid silently down her cheeks. This emotionally needy child had touched her as no other had. She kissed his hair, his wet cheeks, then cupped his face in her hands so he’d have to look at her when she reassured him.

“We love you, Justin. We’d never let anything bad happen to you.”

As soon as she’d spoken she realized she’d made an inappropriate inference by combining her own compassion with that of Zac Frazier. Well, too bad. Knowing there was more than one person in the world who cared about him was critical to Justin’s peace of mind. If his father didn’t like it, tough.

She dried the child’s tears with the hem of her skirt and made sure he’d stopped crying, before she gathered her courage and stood to confront Zac. “We need to discuss a few things, Mr. Frazier. In private.”

To her surprise, he still seemed aggravated.

“Insurance will probably pay for the damage,” Zac grumbled, scowling at his van. “What a mess. I wish you’d asked me instead of getting so carried away.”

“You’re worried about the mess from a broken window?” Exasperation filled Tina’s voice. “Fine. I’ll help you clean it up. But I don’t give a hoot about your stupid window, okay? It’s your son I’m worried about.”

“You weren’t so worried when you dropped broken glass all over him.”

“All the new cars have safety glass. It’s not sharp when it breaks. I knew it wouldn’t hurt him.”

“How about scare him to death,” Zac countered. “He was already having a fit over waking up alone.”

She wanted to scream, So hug him. Show him some real affection, but she held her tongue. Yelling at the man wasn’t going change him, especially since he didn’t seem to have a clue he was doing anything wrong. If he agreed to rent the property she’d shown him, however, she’d have lots of opportunities to observe his interaction with his son and offer a few subtle pointers on parenting. Unfortunately, with the Fraziers so close by, she wouldn’t be able to escape from that duty, either. Even if she wanted to.

“So, are you going to take this house?” Tina asked, deliberately changing the subject. “You should commit yourself as soon as possible, you know. It won’t stay empty for long.” In her heart, she half hoped he’d say no, and relieve her of the God-given responsibility she was feeling.

“I suppose I will,” Zac said flatly. “I haven’t found any other place close to my job, and the rent is reasonable.”

Well, that was that, Tina thought. She was stuck. “Okay. I’ll let the landlord know. He can drop the rental agreement by your office, if you like.”

“That’ll be fine.”

Tina held out her hand as if to shake on the deal, then quickly withdrew it when she recalled the way she’d reacted when they’d touched before. “Good night, then. I’ve done my good deed for the day, so I guess I’ll be going. Do you think you can find your way back to your motel by yourself?”

“Probably. Can I borrow a whisk broom and dustpan before I go? I need to sweep up the broken glass.”

“And I said I’d help you, didn’t I? I really am sorry. I was sure you said you wanted me to break the window.” She flashed a wry smile.

“What I said was, give me something to break loose the dirt that was keeping me from getting to my spare key. I don’t understand where all that hard mud came from. It hasn’t rained since I’ve been here.”

“Probably from wasps. Mud daubers,” Tina told him. “They make nests in everything, even motors. Thankfully, they’re not as aggressive as the big, red, paper-wasps. Those can be nasty. If you see a nest with a bunch of exposed cells, kind of like honeycomb, don’t put your hand into it.”

“I’ll remember that. Thanks, neighbor.”

Neighbor? He soon would be, wouldn’t he. Phooey. Well, like it or not, that was apparently what the Lord wanted, because the only available house in town was the one they were standing in front of.

How could she argue with providence? Clearly, God agreed that it would be much easier for her to help Justin if he lived close by. All she had to do was continue to keep his good-looking daddy at arm’s length so she wouldn’t be tempted to repeat past mistakes.

As Tina turned away to fetch the broom, her empty stomach growled. Combined with her guilt over not really wanting the Fraziers to become her neighbors, her hunger reminded her of Sunday’s sermon about feeding a needy brother or sister. She didn’t know how needy Zac and Justin might be, but it was long past her suppertime and she was starving to death. So why not invite them to eat with her?

Because it was a stupid idea, she argued. It was also a perfect opportunity to make them feel welcome and begin to educate Zac about children.

Hurrying back with the cleaning tools, she made her decision. “Why don’t you two stay for supper? We can have a picnic in the backyard. I keep lots of hamburgers and hot dogs in the freezer, so I’m ready for any emergency.”

Raising one eyebrow, Zac regarded her quizzically. “Is that local cuisine?”

“Not unless we wrap the whole sandwich in dough, dump it in a pan and deep fry it, too,” Tina said with a light laugh. “Even some of the pies are fried around here.”

“So I’ve heard. The thing that surprises me is how these people can live to be so old when they eat so much food that’s supposed to be bad for you.”

“Clean living— Was that a yes?”

“I think we could both use a break from restaurant food,” Zac said, looking to his son for confirmation. “How about it, buddy? Want to eat at Miss Tina’s tonight?”

“Yeah!”

Pleased, Zac nodded. “That makes it unanimous. We’ll be over as soon as I get this mess…” His jaw dropped. Instead of clinging to him the way he usually did, Justin had raced back to Tina’s side and immediately grabbed her hand.

“We’ll wait for you,” Tina said, careful to consider his feelings. He had been the boy’s only refuge for a long time, and she didn’t want him to think she was trying to take his place. “I’d rather cook outside in this kind of weather, and I’m probably going to need your help lighting the barbecue.” Her grin widened. “I’ve heard that men are especially talented at getting cooking fires to burn properly.”