Taking a deep breath, he gave himself a verbal lashing. This was his house, he had every right to be here, and bringing Lacy dinner was simply a kind gesture. As her employer, he just wanted to thank her for another job well done. And if she bought that, he needed to start selling swamp land for a living. He turned around and looked for work trucks. Her little electric car was the only one still parked on the street. God, he hated that car. It looked like it would fold up like a paper airplane if she ever got into an accident. When they started dating, his first order of business would be to ensure she got a new car, maybe a truck. A sport utility vehicle would be good because— “Shane? What are you doing here?” He whirled around, almost dropping the pizza box. Lacy reached out to grab it, laughing. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” He cursed his stupidity and cleared his throat, hoping to make a quick recovery. “Jason mentioned you were working late tonight. I had to check on the house, so I thought I’d bring dinner.
