"When you said you were taking me out for dinner, I was expecting something-"

"Fancier?" Mack suggested gruffly as he switched off the ignition to his truck and turned to look at Lucy.

She looked at the small bungalow in the somewhat ramshackle, rundown neighborhood. "No, Mack. Something more in line with a restaurant. I'm not disappointed if that's what you're thinking. Where are we?" she asked curiously.

"My dad's place," he grunted. "We do Sunday dinner here ...