The girls stare at me. Even Keegan turns around in surprise.

“What the fuck?” he asks.

“Exactly. You know what? Throw it all away. I don’t want any of it. There’s nothing in there that I can’t live without.”

“I’ll take care of it,” Keegan says as he passes me a fresh mug of coffee. “And I’ll hit that computer with a sledgehammer a few times, just to make sure no one can get any info off it.”

“Oh, can I do that part? Might be good therapy.”

Chapter 4

~Izzy~

“I shouldn’t be here,” I whisper to Maggie, who’s standing beside me at the cake table.

“Why?” she asks. “You were invited.”

“Yeah, but it’s a family thing. I haven’t even been around for a month yet. I definitely shouldn’t be at Anastasia’s baby shower.”

“You and me both,” Shawn says as he joins us. “Since when are men invited to these things?”

“Baby shower parties have been co-ed for a while now,” Maggie informs her brother. “And it’s fun.”

“At least we get cake,” Shawn replies.

Out of all of the siblings, Shawn is more even-keeled and the quietest. I feel like he’s the calm in the storm. That the other siblings are more outspoken, the girls are certainly lively, and Shawn is this stoic, handsome guy who anchors them all.

Getting closer to the O’Callaghan family has been educational, to say the least.

“Don’t overthink it,” Maggie suggests to me. “It’s just a fun party. A chance to eat too much, laugh a little bit, and look at cute baby things.”

“I just heard from Maeve,” Keegan says as he joins us. “She and the parents are on their way over.”

“They must be jet lagged,” I reply. “They just arrived from Ireland last night.”

“Oh, I’m sure that’s the truth,” Keegan agrees, “but they’re anxious to see everyone. Nothing could keep them away from the pub today.”

I glance around and sigh in happiness. Maggie, Lexi, and I spent the morning decorating for the occasion. Pink and blue balloons, streamers, and confetti are everywhere. One table has gifts, another cake, and one more is set up for a buffet-style lunch that Lexi and Shawn have been working on for several days.

“I thought you said it would just be family,” I say to Maeve.

“That’s right.”

“Then why so much cake? So much food? This feels excessive.”

Maeve’s face splits into a wide smile. “Just wait until you see Anastasia’s side of the family, my friend. There’s a lot of them. Also, most of them are famous.”

“Famous?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“More famous than Kane?” The eldest O’Callaghan sibling is a world-renowned glass sculptor.

“Somewhat, yes,” she says. “You’ll see.”