I blow out a long breath.

The man sure can kiss.

“We can’t drink much, we have to work tonight,” Maggie reminds Maeve as her sister pours us each a glass of wine.

“I’m working tonight, too,” Maeve replies. “Keegan roped me into a shift. I don’t really mind.”

“You haven’t been working at the pub much,” Maggie says as she takes her wine.

“No. Thanks to Izzy here.” Maeve smiles at me. “Thanks for that, by the way. I’m able to take more evening appointments to show houses. You know, my actual job.”

“I’ve always been so fascinated by real estate,” I say as I reach for a slice of pizza. We decided to meet at Maeve’s house for lunch so we could have quiet and would be able to chat without anyone else listening. “I love looking at houses.”

“You and a lot of other people,” she says. “I can’t tell you how many calls I get from people just wanting to look at a house with no intention of actually buying it.”

“I bet that happens a lot with the big, fancy houses,” I say.

“If it’s over a million, I have a stipulation that I’ll only show to people who are pre-approved for a mortgage. That usually helps carve out the lookie-loos.”

“Good idea.” I spear some lettuce with my fork and take a bite.

“I don’t get to talk to you as often as Maggie does,” Maeve says and sips her wine. “So I’m just going to get to the point. What’s going on with you and Keegan? Shawn said he walked in on you two making out in the bar yesterday.”

“What?” Maggie exclaims and stares at me in shock. “You don’t tell me anything!”

“It was just a kiss,” I insist and feel my cheeks flush. “And I’m not used to confiding in people. As you could probably tell, my friends from before weren’t exactly good ones.”

“Have any of them reached out to you?” Maeve asks.

“Only one, to rub Troy’s trip to Aruba in my face.”

“Bitches,” she mutters.

“Well, you can confide in us. Or Stasia and Lexi. We won’t tell anyone anything you don’t want told,” Maggie insists.

“I like him a lot,” I admit and stare down at my half-eaten slice of pepperoni pizza. “He’s sweet and thoughtful. He listens to me. And you may not want to hear this, but your brother can kiss.”

“Ew.” Maggie scrunches up her nose. “TMI.”

“Be careful there,” Maeve advises. “He’s definitely all of those things— Well, I wouldn’t know about the kissing, but you know what I mean. But he’s also very married to that pub.”