He laughs and plants a kiss on my forehead. “I guess you weren’t that mad at me, then.”

“Oh, I was mad, but I knew we’d figure it out by this evening. I don’t really hold much of a grudge. Unless you’re my parents. Or Troy.”

“It’s good that I’m neither of those.” He opens the door, and we find Fiona and Tom arguing in the hallway.

“It’s a bloody stubborn arse that you are, Thomas O’Callaghan,” Fiona says.

“Looks like arguments are going around today,” Keegan observes. “What seems to be the problem?”

“I’m taking your mother into the doctor tomorrow for her shoulder, whether she likes it or not,” Tom says, standing firm. I have a hunch he doesn’t do this unless it’s important.

Which tells me that Fiona’s shoulder has been bothering her more than she’s willing to admit.

“I just pulled something from lifting heavy bags of potatoes or some stupid thing,” she insists.

“I’m with Da on this one,” Keegan says. “You’ve been complaining about it for a while now. It’s time to have it looked at.”

“A bunch of bullies, the lot of you,” Fiona mutters before storming off into the kitchen.

“It’s a bully I am because I want to keep my wife healthy and strong.” Tom shakes his head. “Women. I can’t go a day without her, yet sometimes, I want to tumble her right into the sea.”

I laugh as he walks away and lean my head on Keegan’s biceps. “They’re so lovely together.”

“Even when they’re mad, it’s obvious they love each other. It was a good example to have growing up.”

I nod and think about my parents and how I always knew they barely tolerated each other. What would it have been like to grow up with loving parents who doted on each other?

I shake my head. There’s no sense dwelling on that since it is what it is.

“Hey, do you remember a couple of weeks ago when we were at the diner, and Cameron asked if he could speak to you and your brothers? Did you ever do that?”

Keegan’s brow furrows. “No, now that you mention it, we didn’t. I completely forgot about it. I’ll ask Kane if he knows what’s up.”

“I don’t know why that popped into my head this morning,” I say. “And I was curious if you’d had the chance to talk.”

“It’s good having you around,” he replies. “You’re a great human to-do list.”

“I have the memory of an elephant.” I laugh and get to work.

“I cannot believe I burned my damn hand,” Maeve says as she scowls at the gauze wrapped around her palm as the rest of us clean up from another busy evening. “What in the hell is wrong with me?”