I turn and watch Maggie and Maeve hop up onto the stage to sing. Their pretty voices fill the air in perfect harmony.

“You’ve got that right.”

My gaze flickers over to the redhead who’d ordered the angel shot. She’s finished eating and is watching the sisters sing.

I know who she is. I know exactly who she is. But I can’t tell Maggie or any of the others about her. All I can do is keep my eye on her.

I’ll be damned if she’ll hurt anyone I love.

Chapter 5

~Maggie~

I finish singing and stop the video recording, then take a deep breath.

It’s been a good afternoon for bagging content for my social media. I just have to record one more song, and then I’ll have everything I need to edit and schedule a whole week’s worth of posts.

With a rigorous work schedule, I like to have things done in advance so all I have to do is publish the videos on the dates and times I want them to go live.

I’ve got it down to a science.

“Okay, one more song, and then we’re done for this week.” I take a sip of my lemon water, roll my shoulders, and reach out to press record when my doorbell rings.

“Damn. So close!” I wrinkle my nose and consider not answering. All of my siblings are at the pub tonight, and I’m not expecting anyone.

But then curiosity gets the best of me, and I close the bathroom door behind me as I rush to the front door and pull it open.

“Hey.”

And just like that, my mouth waters. Standing before me in all his sexy glory is Cameron Cox. He raises an eyebrow, but I take my time and let my gaze wander all over him.

“Well, hi there.”

“I brought dinner.” He holds up a bag, and I sniff the air. “I just have to pop the lasagna in the oven for thirty minutes.”

“Is there garlic bread?”

“I’m not a monster, Mags. Of course, there is.”

“Then you may enter.” I gesture for him to come inside and make a mental note that I’ll have to sing that last song tomorrow before I go to work. “You didn’t have to bring dinner.”

“It’s your night off,” he says simply. “You shouldn’t have to cook on your day off.”

I blink at him and then watch as he unloads the bag. There’s another paper bag full of crusty bread and a disposable pan that Cam slips into my oven before setting the temperature to heat it up.