Laney saw Zach's car in front of the house as soon as she turned onto the block at eight-thirty. Had there been trouble again? Then she saw the man himself, pulling weeds from the flowerbed surrounding the porch. Parker was a few feet away, obviously instructing Zach on what to pull and what to leave. She sat in her car, jaw dropped at the homey domesticity of the scene. What alternate universe had she landed in?
"Hey, Aunt Laney. I put the lasagna in the oven an hour ago, like you said," Parker called without looking up. "Can Zach stay for dinner?"
"I'll even make the salad." Zach straightened and sent her a wicked smile.
Laney laughed and drew a bag of groceries out of the passenger seat. "I'll take care of that, since it looks like you two are hard at work. Just remember, Parker, you
