Once the glass is safely in a cooler, and Kane turns around, I step forward.

“Good morning.”

“It is, aye,” he replies. “You have good timing.”

“I wouldn’t have, but I sat for a chat with your lovely bride.”

His face softens. I’ve never seen my moody, surly brother as happy as I have since he found Stasia. “And how is she, then?”

“She looks great. Says she feels fine. I suspect she’s sick of being pregnant.”

“You’d suspect right. She yelled at me last night for putting her in this condition, and then scowled at me when I stopped rubbing her feet. It’s abused, I am. On a daily basis. But I don’t think you came here to discuss my wife’s pregnancy.”

“I didn’t, no. Is anyone using the cabin over the next few days?”

His eyes meet mine in surprise. “Not that I’m aware of.”

“I didn’t know if Ma and Da were up there.”

“They’re with Maeve,” he says. “Are you planning to take a couple of days to go up there?”

I nod and then rub the back of my neck in agitation. “I know, it’s unlike me.”

“I’m wondering if I’m speaking to my brother, Keegan O’Callaghan.”

“There’s no need to be a wanker.”

Kane grins, enjoying himself. “It’s empty.”

I nod and turn away.

“You could have called for that.”

“You don’t answer your goddamn phone,” I remind him. “And I like coming out here. You have a nice property. How many acres is it?”

He props his hands on his hips and stares at me. “Do you have a fever, then?”

“Fuck off.”

He laughs and shakes his head. “I have twenty acres.”

“How far down the coastline does your property go?”

“Let’s go out and walk it,” he says, gesturing for me to follow. We walk past his house and wave at Anastasia, who’s still sitting on the sunporch. “My house sits on the edge of the property. There’s only about an acre that way before you hit the next owner’s land, although they’ve never built anything there. I’ve thought about buying it, but I don’t have a purpose for it right now. The barn sits in the middle of this five-acre patch, close enough to the house that I don’t have to walk all over God’s green Earth to get out there.”

“So, it runs along the cliffs for a while then?”

“It does.”

“Have you ever considered selling part of it?”

He stops and turns to me, his eyes—so like mine—narrowed on me. “I hadn’t before. What’s on your mind?”