“I don’t think you’re pathetic at all, sweet girl.”

I raise my head at the new voice. A nice woman just down the bar smiles at me. “It sounds to me like you got yourself out of a bad situation, and that’s not pathetic in my book.”

“I agree,” Frank, the regular customer I’ve been waiting on every day for two weeks, agrees from beside her.

“I love you guys,” I say. “I really do. You’re here for me, and that’s what friends do. You’re my real friends.”

“That’s right,” Sam says and pats my hand in a fatherly manner, making me all warm inside.

“Maybe it’s time for you to go to bed,” Maggie suggests.

“Yeah.” But I don’t get up. “But I like hanging out with you guys. It makes me feel less alone.”

“What have you done to her?” Shawn asks as he walks out of the kitchen and sees me sitting at the bar.

“Hey. Have I told you that your family is like, hot? Because you are. All of you. I mean, I haven’t met Maeve or Kane yet, but I’m quite sure they’re as good-looking as the rest of you. It should be illegal. Or at least come with a warning. You could put one of those chalkboards out front that says: Warning - the people who work here will melt your panties right off.”

I sip my water and look around as everyone stares at me in surprise and then busts up laughing.

“I’m not trying to be funny.”

“And that’s why you are,” Frank says. “And you’re right. The O’Callaghans are a bonny bunch, and that’s the truth of it.”

“Man, you aren’t kidding.”

Shawn kisses me on the cheek and wraps his arm around my shoulders. “How can I help you, sweet girl? Can I get you some stew?”

“Nachos,” I reply. “I think this is a job for nachos.”

“Coming right up.”

“Hey, guys,” I hear and turn at the sound of the new voice. A gorgeous blonde approaches the bar, a slightly older version of Keegan behind her. “We decided to come in for a while.”

“You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.” My words are a tiny bit slurred, but I can’t help myself. She is the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.

“And you’re my new best friend,” she replies with a laugh.

“Stasia, this is Izzy,” Keegan says. “My newest employee. Anastasia is married to my brother, Kane. The bozo behind her.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” I say and then look down. “Oh, wow. You’re pregnant. In a bar.”

“I’m very pregnant,” she agrees and pats her belly. “This little one should be coming along in a few weeks. Oh, and it’s kicking.”