I slapped my thigh. “That little sneak thinks she’s going to propose, doesn’t she?” Gibson and Jameson shared a long look. “Damn it. She’s held the fact that she said ‘I love you’ first over my head for four years. Can you imagine what she’ll do if she’s the one who pops the question?” They nodded stoically, not willing to officially break the Bodine family code of blabbing on each other.
