“It’s fine,” I repeat and grab a clean black apron, tying it around my waist. “What do you want to wager that the customers won’t have the sense to stay home and out of this mess?”

“I hope they don’t,” Keegan says with a laugh. “We need them, lass.”

“How are Izzy and the baby?”

I swear, I’m surrounded by babies these days. Between Keegan and Izzy and Kane and Anastasia, we have two little ones about, and my sister, Maeve, is halfway through her first pregnancy.

We’re just a baby factory around here.

Keegan’s face softens into a gooey smile. Never thought I’d see the day that I would describe my brother as gooey, but here we are. He’s completely and utterly smitten with his gorgeous wife and their newborn daughter. It’s fun to watch.

“They’re the sun and stars,” he says. “And doing well. Izzy’s overseeing some things at the new house.”

“When do you move in? I thought it was done. Also, how you managed to build a house in less than a year, I’ll never know. Construction crews have been short-handed the past couple of years, slowing everything down.”

“We were lucky, and that’s the truth of it. Izzy wants things to be just so before we move in so we don’t have to do any work with the house once we’re in. I can’t blame her. She has her hands full with the baby, as well.”

Izzy hasn’t wanted any of us to come to the new house, not until it’s all furnished and ready so she can have a grand reveal. I’m dying to see it.

We O’Callaghans are a tight-knit bunch, we know everything about each other, and it’s unheard of for us not to be involved in a project from start to finish.

But it’ll be a fun housewarming party when Izzy decides she’s ready.

“Good God, it’s a mess out there,” Maeve announces as she walks inside. She has Rachel, her new stepdaughter, with her. Rachel’s been working for us for a while now, clearing tables and delivering food orders, and I don’t know what we’d do without her. “I guess the rainy season is upon us. Again.”

“I made an extra pot of stew,” I say as I wipe off my tray and get ready to wait tables. “It’ll go fast in this weather.”

“Brilliant,” Keegan says just as the door opens and a table of four walks inside. “Here we go.”

Despite the moody early spring weather, the customers are jovial and happy to be out of the rain. The Guinness flows, hot food from the kitchen is dispatched thanks to my brother Shawn and his wife, Lexi, and the night moves on without a hitch.