“I just want you to consider going down to the islands to check it out. If you don’t want the money, donate it,” he insists, echoing Ma’s thoughts, “but don’t let it just sit down there, making that bank richer. It might bring you some closure.”

I take a deep breath. “I don’t want to talk about this anymore. You’re not hearing me. I’m going to go home, clean up, and rest before work tonight. Just give me some space, okay?”

“Mary Margaret, I love you. You know that.”

“I know it. But, sometimes, you love me too hard.”

I get out of the booth. Before I leave, I lean over to kiss Kane’s cheek. I may be mad at him, but I love the big jerk.

I also swing over and give my da a big hug and then assure Keegan that I’ll be back for the start of my shift.

I need a shower and something to eat. I have some leftover stew in my fridge that will do because I’m not going in to work early to order something from the kitchen.

I’m looking forward to a long, hot soak in the shower when I turn onto my street, but then I scowl when I see Cameron’s truck parked at my curb, and the man himself sitting on my steps.

I park and get out of the car, propping my hands on my hips as I approach him.

“I don’t have time for you right now.” My voice is harder than intended, but that’s okay. I’m mad at this jerk, too. “You’ll have to come back another day.”

“I’ll settle for this day,” he retorts and stands. “And I have something for you in the backyard.”

“Look, I’m not ready for you to try to suck up to me. I just want to take a shower and eat something so I can clear my head for work later. I’m mad at you and Kane and Joey all over again, and it’s damn exhausting, Cam.”

“I know.”

“And if I dwell on it, I’ll want to hit something, and it’s just best if you go home.”

“I know that, too. But I’m not going home. Come on.”

He takes my hand and leads me around the house, through the gate, and into my backyard.

“Why are the men in my life so damn hell-bent on making me do shit I don’t want to do?”

“You’re going to want to do this. Here, wear these.” He passes me some clear safety glasses, then points to a garbage can set up on the patio and a box next to it. “There are two-dozen cheap glasses in that box. How about you smash them?”

I frown up at him. “Do you need a doctor?”