“Cameron’s mom made it.”
Jack comes upstairs wearing the same shirt.
“You too?” Hannah huffs at him.
Jack glances down at his shirt and then back at Hannah. “Yep.” He grabs his backpack and heads out the door.
Hannah looks at me silently, asking what’s up with him, but I just shrug. She turns to ask her mom, but she’s halfway up the stairs. “What’s with everybody today?”
“Come on. We can stop and get something to eat on the way to school.” I hold out my hand for her.
“Yeah, okay.” Things seem a little stressful in the Clark household this morning.
When we walk outside, Jack is leaning against my car, waiting for us.
“Are you riding with Ford and me?”
“Yep,” Jack says without taking his eyes off his phone. I click my key fob, unlocking the car doors.
“Why?” Hannah asks, looking from me to Jack.
“My car needs new spark plugs. Now can we please go?” Jack grumbles and climbs in the car, shutting the door.
Hannah holds her hand out, scoffing. “He could’ve asked me if he wanted to drive my car?”
I grab Hannah’s bag and walk her around to the passenger side. “He talked to Jim. He wanted to make sure he was on the insurance for the Hyundai before he asked you. But Jim told him he couldn’t drive it.”
Hannah stops walking. “What?” She glances at Jack, who is looking at his phone, and then back at me. “My dad loves Jack like his own child. Before this year, there were times I thought he loved Jack more. That doesn’t sound like my dad.”
“I surprised me too. Jack’s taking it pretty hard.”
“Maybe I should drive myself to school this morning. It will give you and Jack some guy time.” I hesitate, not sure what I should do. This whole thing with Jim has thrown Jack for a loop.
“You’re sure?” I ask.
“Yes. We’d have to come and get my car at lunch since Jack doesn’t have his.”
“You’re right.” I think about telling her that Jack and I could get a ride with Ty, but maybe some one-on-one time with Jack will be good. “Okay, I concede, but just this once.” Hannah pulls her car keys out of her bag, and I walk her over to the SUV, open the door, and help her in. I put her backpack in the back seat for her.
“I need you to do something for me,” she says, twisting her hand into my letterman jacket.
“Anything.” I reach in, gliding my thumb across her jaw.
“I want two sausage McMuffins and a large coke from McDonald’s.” She glances at the clock on her dash. “You better hurry, because I need time to eat them.”
I chuckle and lean in, kissing her cheek. “Consider it done.”
Jack has moved to the front seat when I get into the Range Rover. “Did you tell her about Jim?”
“Yeah. I hope that’s okay?” I ask as I back out of the driveway.
“It’s fine. I didn’t know how to tell her, and I didn’t want to cause problems this morning. Why is she taking her car?”
“She takes my car after school on Mondays and Thursdays for dance, and I bum a ride off you, but since you don’t have a car today, she thought it was better to take her car to school. She also thought we could use this time to bond, maybe sing kumbaya or some shit.” I laugh. “She’s concerned about you.”
“Sometimes Clark seems like a completely different person to me than she was four months ago,” Jack says, tucking his phone into his pocket.
“What do you mean?”
