As she leaves the room, my phone pings with a text.

It seems this morning won’t be the first time I make love to Mary Margaret.

Kane: Good morning. I could use some help in my barn. Do you have a few extra minutes?

I’m shocked that he’s using his cell. Kane’s notorious for ignoring all technology for weeks at a time.

Me: I can be there in about thirty.

Kane: Great, thanks.

I hear voices as I put my shoes on, and when I walk into the kitchen, Maeve is stirring a mug of coffee and turns her green gaze to me. She raises an eyebrow.

“Good morning.” I smile at her, then kiss Maggie’s temple as I brush by her to pour some coffee. “How’s it going, Maeve?”

“Uh, good. Fine. Good.” I glance up and see her mouthing, “Did you sleep with him?” to Maggie and grin.

“No, you interrupted that.”

Maeve flushes, and Maggie laughs as I take my first sip of coffee.

“How’s Hunter?” I ask.

“He’s fine. He and Rachel went for a run on the beach, so I thought I’d come over here for a bit. But if you’re busy, I can go.”

“It’s okay.” I reach out and squeeze Maggie’s hand. “Kane texted and asked if I could come help him in his barn for a few, so I’ll head over there.”

“I guess this turned into a busy day,” Maggie replies and takes my mug from my hand, sipping. “I work tonight.”

“I’ll drop in and see you. Have some dinner.”

She passes the mug back to me. I drain it and then set it in the sink.

Before I leave the room, I tug Maggie to me and kiss her sweet lips. “Have a good day.”

“Yeah, you, too.”

I wink at Maeve, who grins like a Cheshire cat, and then show myself out.

I’d say that was a damn successful first date.

“You want me to move that?” I stare at Kane as if he just suggested I make one of the glass pieces he’s renowned for.

“I’ll help,” he says calmly. “It’s not as heavy as it looks. You take that side. I just want it over by the wall there.”

“Why are we moving it at all?”

“Because I got a new one. It’s being delivered tomorrow.”

“Why can’t they haul the old one away when they deliver the new one?”

Kane scowls at me. “Are you going to whine like a baby or help me?”

“Fine.” We squat by what looks like a big black bowl, and with some grunting and pure stubborn will, we manage to get it moved over to the place Kane specified. “You’re a fucking liar. That thing is heavy as fuck.”