Page 22 of Want to Know a Secret?

I wouldn’t blame her. Honestly, when I hear some of her stories about his shenanigans, sometimes I want to run him down with my car myself. And I would make sure Carrie had a good alibi if I did it.

Carries attention gets distracted by something in the field. After a second, I realize she’s looking at Sean, who is in a huddle with Owen, giving him some instructions. “Who is that? Single dad, I hope?”

Maria laughs. “No, that’s my husband.”

“Oh, sorry.” Carrie hesitates. “Actually, not sorry. He’s hot. Even hotter than Coach Mark. Lucky you.”

Maria laughs again, but this time her cheeks turn pink.

The game is about to start up with the other team, but before it does, Bobby separates from the other kids and runs over to me. His lower lip is jutting out.

“I don’t want to play,” he says.

Oh great. I can’t even imagine what it is this time. At the last practice, we spent the entire game searching for an open restroom or porta-potty. You would think they would have something available when there are so many young kids around.

“What’s wrong, sweetie?” I ask.

“I don’t want to play,” he repeats, more insistently.

“Can you tell me why?”

His eyebrows scrunch together. “The other boys are better than me.”

Oh no. I didn’t think he had noticed how much better Owen was at soccer than him. But he would have to be blind not to. “No, they’re not.”

“Yes, they are! Leo is better and Owen is better…”

I bite my lip. I can’t help but think to myself that if only Elliot practiced with him all summer like he promised he would, we wouldn’t have this problem.

“Listen, Bobby.” I put a hand on his skinny shoulder. “The point of this game is to have fun. It’s okay if a couple of kids are better than you. And if they’re on your team, you’re more likely to win the game, right? And that’s fun, isn’t it?”

Bobby thinks it over for a minute. “I guess so.”

“The important thing is to try your very best. Just hit the ball as hard as you can.”

Bobby cracks a smile. “You mean kick the ball.”

I return his smile. “You kick the ball in soccer? I didn’t know that.”

The great thing about Bobby being seven is it’s usually easy to tease him out of a bad mood. After my little pep talk, he goes right back onto the field with enthusiasm. But maybe we do need to think about hiring somebody to give him extra lessons.

“Is Bobby okay?”

I turn my head and see Sean is standing next to Maria now, backing off to let the kids play their game.

“Yes, he’s fine,” I say quickly.

He clears his throat. “Listen, Owen and I practice soccer every Sunday. Bobby is welcome to join us anytime.”

I feel my cheeks grow warm. “Oh, I wouldn’t want to bother you.”

“I don’t mind. It’s better with more kids.” He smiles. “It’ll be fun.”

“Well… okay.” I feel like a weight has been lifted. Elliot was never going to take Bobby to the park to practice. “Thanks so much! Really.”

His blue eyes meet mine. “No problem.”

I look over at Maria, but she’s not smiling. I try to catch her eye, but her attention seems focused on the field.