As if with perfect timing, the waitress approaches our table at the same time those words leave my mouth. The way her eyes widen, her jaw drops open, and her gaze pings back and forth between me and Lincoln confirms she heard my little comment. My head spins, and swear to God, I’m tempted to dash out of this place. I might be able to handle looking like a hot mess, but our waitress thinking I want to bang my brother, that’s where I draw the line.

I cast a quick glance at Lincoln, who doesn’t look fazed by my comment. In fact, he only appears entertained at my awkwardness.

“Hello,” the waitress chirps, gaining control of her thoughts. She’s my age, and fingers crossed, she realizes it was a sarcastic statement. “I’m Taylor. Can I start you off with something to drink?”

I quickly peruse the drink menu and order a mimosa while Lincoln asks for an ice water. Taylor scurries off to grab our drinks, and Lincoln’s eyes level on me, humor shining in them.

“Should we make it clear that I’m not your brother?” he asks with a raised brow.

“I’m sure that would be more awkward.” My cheeks redden.

He smirks.

“All right, here ya go,” Taylor says, dropping off our drinks.

“Thank you,” I say. At the same time, Lincoln replies with, “My girl here wants to make it clear that I’m not her brother.”

I freeze, mid–mimosa grab, and want to drown myself with the liquid.

No, he didn’t.

Taylor stares at Lincoln. I’m unsure if it’s in captivation or if she’s speechless at what he said. I’m leaning a bit toward captivation, though. When she took our drink orders, she was so flustered that she barely looked him in the eye. Now that she is, she’s realizing she likes what she sees.

I set my drink down.

He wants to have some fun? Let’s have some fun.

I shift my attention to Taylor, and mischief barrels through my belly. “You see, I don’t want him to see me as a little sister, though.”

Taylor nods, catching my drift, and sweeps her long black hair off her shoulder as her gaze leaves the guy I wish hadn’t just said I was like a sister to him.

“Ah, I get it now,” Taylor says, her voice no longer timid, her tone now confident. “He’s dumb if he doesn’t see you as more because you’re gorgeous.”

Yes.

A girl’s girl.

I like her.

Taylor’s gaze nervously slides back to Lincoln. “And if you’re paying the bill, don’t use that against me with my tip, please.”

Lincoln holds both hands up. “I’ll be tipping you more for your honesty.”