Brenna POV-
 
What am I doing?
 
This is nuts.
 
It’s the only way I know how to get ahold of him.
 
A friendly server comes up. She looks close to my age, has red hair and brown eyes. “Hi! I’m Darcey. Did anyone give you a menu?”
 
I cringe. “No one was at the hostess stand, so I sat myself. Is that okay?”
 
She smiles. “Sure! Let me get you a menu.”
 
“Okay. Umm…”
 
She arches her eyebrows.
 
I clear my throat and find my courage. “Do you know if Finn O’Malley will be here tonight?”
 
Shock registers on her face, then her lips twitch. “He’s usually here at some point. Plus, Nana made her shepherd’s pie and soda bread. I’m sure all the boys will be rolling in here any minute.”
 
“Popular dish?”
 
She nods. “Of course, those boys eat whatever’s in front of them. They work up quite the appetites from all their boxing.”
 
“Boxing?”
 
“Yep. You didn’t think Finn got his body by luck, did you?”
 
My face heats, thinking about Finn’s ripped flesh covered in ink.
 
“You want a drink? We’ve got whiskey sours on special.”
 
I admit, “I’ve never had one of those before. Are they good?”
 
“Don’t have any complaints.”
 
I nod. “Okay. I’ll try one. Thanks.”
 
She grabs a menu from another server who walks by and puts it on the table. Then she leaves.
 
My stomach is in knots. I sit in the opposite chair so I can watch the front door, wondering again if I’m setting myself up to get rejected.
 
What if he’s over me?
 
What if he comes in here with another woman?