“I need two pints of Guinness and a cola, please,” I say to Keegan and wait for him to fill the drink order as Maeve approaches and calls out her order, as well. Despite being in her second trimester, the woman can move. And she never complains. “Was that guy bothering you?”

I noticed a man in his thirties with bright copper hair giving my sister a toothy grin. He was a little too friendly for my taste.

We’ve seen all kinds in here. Been groped and slapped. Even had to hit back and kick them out a couple of times. Press charges.

Thankfully, that’s rare, but it’s not unheard of.

“Nah, he’s harmless,” she says, waving off my concern. “So, what’s up with you? Are you going to see Mr. Pickup Truck again?”

I roll my eyes at the thought of Monday’s date.

“No. Turns out he’s still legally married.” I sigh and lean on the bar. “Online dating is hard. Why are so many people horrible?”

“If I knew the answer to that, I’d be rich,” Maeve replies.

“You are rich.”

“My husband’s rich,” she retorts. As a former MMA fighting superstar, Hunter has more money than God himself. “I’m not rich.”

“Whatever.” I roll my eyes and shake my head at my stubborn sister. “And to answer your question about Mr. Pickup Truck, no, that idiot isn’t allowed to speak to me again. We got halfway into dinner when he casually mentioned that not only is he still legally married, but he also lives with his wife and two kids.”

“So, he’s just plain married,” Maeve says.

“Exactly. What a jerk. But I am going to dinner tomorrow night with a guy who says he just moved here to the island. I don’t have high hopes.”

“Where are you going?”

“I’m meeting him at the diner. Easy, casual, and no one should be able to screw this up. Then we’ll take it from there.”

“Good plan.”

Maeve’s gaze leaves my face and focuses on something just over my shoulder. When I turn around, I find Cameron Cox standing right behind me.

I freaking hate the way my body comes alive when I see him. How I immediately remember what it was like to be half-naked and in his arms—and then frustrated and embarrassed when he abandoned me.

The jerk.

“Hi.” I hear the moodiness in my voice that always appears when Cameron’s near.

“Hey, yourself. So, going on a date tomorrow, huh?”

“Yeah.” I load my tray and, without sparing him another look, set off to my tables. I deliver drinks and take food orders. I joke with my regular customers and sing along with the band as I weave my way through the tables.

All the while, I’m acutely aware of Cam’s gaze following me through the pub.