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Dedication

For my tribe of friends. My ride or dies. You know who you are.

Prologue

~Izzy~

What in the hell am I doing?

The pastor we booked fourteen months ago speaks, but I’m not listening. I stare up at the man I’m in the process of marrying, hoping to feel just a glimmer of the love and excitement I felt when he proposed last year on Valentine’s Day. I want to feel the joy.

But his blue eyes are cold, his lips curled into a smirk, replacing the sweet smiles he once gave me—back when I fell in love with him.

He’s the appropriate man. His credentials look great on paper. My father loves him to death. Our families have been close for as long as I can remember.

But I feel…nothing.

“Izzy,” he whispers, squeezing my hands painfully to get my attention.

“What? Oh.” I swallow and look at the pastor. “Can you please repeat that?”

“Do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

I glance at my parents and then back up at the man before me and know in my heart of hearts what the answer is.

What it’s been for a long, long time.

“No.” I shake my head and pull my hands away as Troy’s face scrunches up in a furious scowl. “No, this isn’t what I want at all.”

I turn to the audience. My father stands, his face full of confusion.

“I’m sorry. I’ll call later.”

And with that, I take off down the aisle and into the bridal suite so I can grab my purse and phone. Then, I hurry to my little convertible waiting outside, the one covered in balloons and a JUST MARRIED sign on the back.

As I pull out of the church parking lot, I see Troy walking out the door, his hands in his pockets, his mouth set.

He’s not heartbroken.

He’s embarrassed.

And I just dodged a proverbial bullet.

Chapter 1

~Keegan~

“You’re on my last bleeding nerve, Mary Margaret.” I toss the white towel onto the bar and glare at my youngest sister.

“Back at you.” She rolls her eyes as she flips her red hair over her shoulder and stomps away to the kitchen, most likely to bitch about me to our brother, Shawn, and his lovely new wife, Lexi.

Running a family business is at once satisfying and a pain in my ass.

I bought O’Callaghan’s Pub from my da about five years ago when he told me that he and Ma wanted to retire and move back to Ireland. The pub is my passion, so the decision was a quick and easy one. And, I can admit, having my siblings around to help is one of the reasons I love it so much.