Page 76 of The Sweetest Mistake

“Yes. That’s exactly it,” McKayla said, pointing to Julia’s ear.

“His ears?” Julia said.

Harper was trying to hide her laughter behind her napkin but was failing miserably.

“See? I told you it sounds stupid,” Meg said.

“It’s not stupid. Tell us what you like about his ears,” McKayla said, looking genuinely interested.

Julia wondered how McKayla was keeping a straight face, when she wanted to burst out laughing along with Harper.

“They’re just so soft, and they’re the perfect size, and I like to nibble on them when we’re…” Megan’s voice trailed off at the stricken look on Julia’s face.

“Enough!” Julia cried. “I can’t take anymore!”

Megan took a long drink from her water glass, looking like she regretted starting this conversation in the first place.

“Wait a minute. McKayla hasn’t answered yet,” Harper said.

All eyes shifted to McKayla, who had just taken another large bite of pasta.

So far, Julia had only seen her eat bread and pasta, and she wondered how the woman could stay so trim.

After she swallowed, McKayla said very loudly and clearly, “I like butts—nice, firm, perfectly shaped butts!”

The waiter had chosen that moment to walk up to their table. The expression on his face indicated that he’d heard McKayla’s proclamation, and they all waited for his reaction.

“Butts, huh? I’ve been told I have a decent one.”

With that, they broke into raucous laughter except for McKayla, who said, “I’ll be the judge of that.” And then she motioned for him to turn around.

Harper started to slink down in her chair, and Megan buried her face in her napkin while Julia looked on with amusement. McKayla had sass, that was for sure, and Julia liked her more by the minute.

Seemingly thrilled to be asked, the waiter did a slow turn, even going so far as to lift up his black apron and wiggle his butt for them. When he turned back around, he said, “Well, what’s the verdict?”

But before McKayla could reply, a group of men approached their table—a group of tall, attractive men, three of whom looked strikingly similar.

The women froze, and one of the men tapped the waiter on the shoulder.

“Excuse me, but are these ladies bothering you?”

“Um, no, sir. They’re just having a little fun, that’s all,” the waiter said, looking dwarfed by the other men.

“Well, we could hear them laughing all the way across the room, and since we know these ladies personally, we’d be happy to escort them out if you need us to.”

“Connor!” Julia said, torn between being irritated and happy to see him. They hadn’t discussed where they were going that evening, and she found it ironic that they’d ended up at the same place. Of course, Brandon wasn’t that big a town.

“That’s right. We’d be happy to throw them over our shoulders and carry them out of here,” Finn said, smiling at Harper.

Liam just stood there and stared at McKayla while Will moved around the table and clapped a hand on his fiancé’s shoulder.

“Of course, my bride-to-be is completely innocent here, right?” Will said, grinning down at Megan, whose cheeks had turned bright red.

“Um, I have another table to tend to,” the waiter said and scurried away.

“Now look what you guys did! You scared him off,” McKayla whined.

“Were you looking at his butt?” Liam said, a somewhat bemused expression on his face.