Page 75 of The Sweetest Mistake

McKayla’s head popped up, her pasta wrapped around her fork and poised at her mouth. “Yep. That would be me,” she said and waved her free hand at the waiter before sticking the fork in her mouth.

Julia eyed the waiter more closely and thought that he looked several years younger than them and might even be a college student. But he was good looking in a messy-haired, stubbled-jaw, nerdy sort of way. Not as hot as Connor, but still. And now McKayla was eyeing him a little more closely too.

“I’ll be back to check on you ladies. Enjoy your meals,” the waiter said and sauntered away.

McKayla stared after him, and Harper nudged her shoulder.

“You were staring at his butt,” Harper accused, feigning disgust.

Julia and Megan snickered.

“Why shouldn’t I? I’m the only single one here, remember?” McKayla said.

“Which brings up a good question,” Megan said, setting down her fork. “Butts, abs, arms, or legs? Which do you ladies prefer?”

Julia’s eyes popped out, and Harper choked on her hamburger.

“What? It’s ladies’ night!” Megan said a little too loudly.

“Yeah, and I think you just forfeited your job as designated driver,” McKayla said.

Her comment set off a round of laughter, and suddenly, they were being stared at by several people at the surrounding tables.

“Do you ladies need anything else?” They hadn’t even noticed the waiter reappear, and his question made them laugh even louder.

“No. We’re good,” McKayla said with a wink.

After he’d walked away, Megan said, “You haven’t answered my question.”

“Ah, what the hell! I’m all about the abs. I especially love it when Finn works outside without his shirt,” Harper said, wiggling her eyebrows.

McKayla made a fake barfing sound.

“I’m an arms girl,” Julia said. “I love Connor’s muscular arms, especially the one with the tattoo on it.”

“That is pretty hot,” Harper said before sticking a french fry in her mouth.

“Hey. You have your own O’Brien brother,” Julia teased.

“What about you, Megan? You have to answer too,” Harper said.

“I thought the person who asked the question was exempt,” Megan said, her cheeks turning pink.

Julia wasn’t sure if it was from the wine or from their talk, but Megan had started it.

“Come on, Meg. Spill.,” Julia said.

“It’s kind of weird since Will is your cousin,” said Megan, shifting in her seat.

“I’ll just pretend you’re talking about someone else,” Julia said.

“This is going to sound really stupid,” Megan said, twisting her napkin nervously.

“Just tell us,” McKayla said.

“His ears,” she whispered.

“What?” Julia said, cupping her ear and leaning forward. The restaurant had become a lot louder since they’d arrived, and she’d had trouble hearing Megan.