Free Convincing Cara (Wishing Well, Texas Book 2) by Melanie Shawn Page B

“ignorance is bliss”, but I’d never actually bought into that theory. Until now.
    “Is that a…” I asked in a horror-whisper.
    “Yeah. It’s a dick pic,” Peter said, confirming my suspicion. Loudly.
    If we hadn’t had the attention of everyone in the restaurant before, we did now.
    Then his chest puffed out slightly. “Guess whose.”
    Out of sheer shock, I played along. “Is it yours?”
    “Yeah. My buddy Laser sent it to me. He’s hooking up with a girl I used to bang, and he found it on her phone. She kept it,” he explained with awe and pride. “Can you believe that?”
    “No.” And I also couldn’t believe that he’d announced it to the entire restaurant as he’d shown it to me. I stared at my steak like it was the Aurora Borealis.
    “Well, now, at least you know you won’t be disappointed,” he said with what sounded like complete sincerity.
    This guy could not be for real. Against my better judgment, acting of its own accord, my gaze lifted from my northern lights steak plate. With a smug look on his face, he gave me a wink he must’ve thought was sexy, and it was all I could do not to laugh.
    One thing was sure; I definitely had a dating story from hell to tell now.

Chapter 10
    Cara
    “It wasn’t what I put my face on for.”
    ~ Dolly Briggs
    “W ait.” Destiny waved her hands in front of her as she bent over the table in uncontrollable laughter. We were seated in the back corner booth at the Tipsy Cow, and this was far from her first giggle-fit of the night. It was, however, the most intense. When she finally pulled herself together, she sat up. “Okay, back up. It was his thunder from down under?”
    “Yeah. That sounds like Peter.” Harmony was laughing, but not as hysterically as Destiny. She was amused, but not shocked. “He’s always been proud of his package. He whips it out all the time. In fact, I wouldn’t put it past him to have planned the whole thing. He probably had his friend send him the dick pic at dinner just so he could show it to you.”
    “What are you talking about?” I leaned towards Harmony. “ Why would he want to show it to me?
    “For you to be impressed.” My friend shrugged as if that were the most obvious thing in the world. “You have to admit, Wally is pretty impressive.”
    “Wally?” Destiny repeated.
    “You’ve seen it?” I asked at the same time.
    “That’s what he named it,” Harmony replied to Destiny, then turned to me. “And yes. Like I said, he whips it out all the time. You know how guys are.”
    “No.” Destiny and I both shook our heads in unison then glanced at each other before finishing. “We don’t.”
    Destiny was an only child. I had my older brother Colton, but he wasn’t really in the habit of “whipping it out.” At least, not that I was aware of. This conversation was one more example of how different Harmony’s experience of growing up with eight older brothers had been, when compared to ours.
    “Well,” Harmony sighed. Then she continued as if she was tryin’ to explain the alphabet to kindergartners. “They do that sometimes. Not all guys, and not all the time. But you get them in a group, especially if alcohol is involved, and chances are a pissing contest will take place.”
    “A pissing contest is one thing.” Destiny’s face scrunched. “But showing a girl you just met a picture of your, you know, Wally ? That’s…that’s not the same. Also, why would did he name it Wally ?”
    “Because it’s always lookin’ for The Beav.” Harmony and I answered in unison.
    Destiny’s head fell back as laughter bubbled from her belly.
    “I told you he was funny,” Harmony half-heartedly defended Peter. “I mean, how do you not love a guy that can make Leave it to Beaver dirty?”
    I shook my head even as a grin pulled at my lips. “He also informed me, bluntly , that he was quite the ladies’ man in college. Even entertaining more than one lady at a time,” I said, explaining as