“I’m going to have the breakfast tacos. To go,” Maggie adds. “I just came to torment my brother. Can you add extra salsa on the side and some hash browns? Oh, and a cinnamon roll.”

“How many are you eating for?” Keegan asks.

“You don’t have to leave,” I rush to assure Maggie.

“I’m gonna walk over to Maeve’s and see what she’s up to. Really.”

I order the pancakes, and Keegan gets his usual oatmeal. When the food is delivered, with Maggie’s bagged up and ready to go, she stands and offers me a smile.

“In all seriousness, you are cute together. I like it. And don’t forget, we’re having lunch tomorrow with Maeve.”

“Oh, I won’t forget. I’m excited.”

Maggie grins and takes her food. Before she makes it out the door, a tall man approaches her.

Maggie frowns.

“Who’s that?” I ask Keegan.

“Cameron,” he replies, watching them with narrowed eyes.

“Who’s Cameron?”

“Kane’s best friend. A friend of the whole family, really, as they’ve been close since they were small boys.”

“He looks at Maggie like she hung the moon.” I watch in fascination as Maggie’s face turns mutinous, then shuts down altogether. She says something I can’t hear, then shakes her head and walks away.

Cameron watches her with so much longing, it makes my heart hurt.

“I wish they’d just admit that they’re meant for each other,” Keegan mutters.

“Oh, he knows,” I assure him. “That poor man is in love with her. I think your sister’s being stubborn.”

“She wouldn’t be Mary Margaret if she wasn’t being stubborn.” Keegan waves at Cameron as the other man walks across the room and stands next to our booth. “Good morning to you, mate.”

“It was,” Cameron says with a sigh and glances back to where Maggie was. She’s now gone.

“I didn’t know you were back in town,” Keegan interjects.

“I’m here for a couple of weeks.” Cameron slides his hands into his back pockets. “I’d like to have a talk with you and Kane. Shawn, too, whenever you have time.”

“We’ll make time,” Keegan says. “Is everything okay?”

“Yes, nothing to worry about.” He glances down at me and smiles. “Sorry, I’m rude. Cameron.”

He reaches out to shake my hand. “Izzy.”

“Nice to meet you, Izzy.” He turns back to Keegan. “Just shoot me a text when you guys have a minute.”

“You got it.”

Cameron nods and then walks away. He picks up a to-go order from the long counter near the kitchen and then leaves the diner.

“He seems nice.” I take a bite of my pancakes.

“He’s the best. Like a brother to us.” Keegan shifts in the seat and rests his arm on the bench behind me, leaving his oatmeal untouched. “Do you want me to shift to the other side?”