“I wanted to come home, but Remy wouldn’t drive me until this morning.” Lisa entered the living room and turned to look at him, her arms folding over her chest. “Is there a reason you’re in my sister’s house? And do you own a shirt?”

She glanced down at the couch and he could see her make note of the fact that no one had slept on it.

“I’m in your sister’s house because I slept here last night. I don’t have a shirt on because I was trying to ensure that your sister got all the sleep she could after a very rough day. I ran to get the door before you woke her up.” He moved into the kitchen. Lila would need coffee and breakfast before she went to work. “I drove her home last night.”

“And decided to stay?” There was a well of judgement in Lisa’s tone.

“Chère, tread carefully,” Remy warned his wife. “You didn’t like your sister getting into your business.”

“And yet she did,” Lisa replied tartly. “So she shouldn’t be surprised that turnabout is fair play. She’s new in town and I don’t want some Romeo law enforcement officer coming in here and showing off his abs and taking advantage of her.”

He pulled out the coffee filters and found the can of coffee. He was going to have to suck it up and drink it. He preferred chicory because the normal stuff was bland comparatively. “I’m not the one taking advantage. I’ve made my intentions plain. Your sister is the one who wants to use me for sex. My abs were my only way in.”

Remy laughed and shook his head. “I told you Lila can handle herself.”

“Not with men she can’t. But first off, how is everyone? I heard Rene almost died,” Lisa said, moving into the kitchen beside him, pulling a can from the cabinet. “I cut those bland beans of hers with about a quarter of this. I bought it when I stocked up her kitchen. I planned to come over for coffee and start making the switch. Lila has to be eased into change. She struggles with it.”

“Yes, and she’s had a lot of change lately, so maybe she should have the coffee she likes.” He wasn’t going to force anything on her.