“I think Dutch should go big. Plan a trip to France. Take her right up to one of those romantic Ferris Wheel rides and propose to her up there. Girls love that crap.” “On top of a Ferris wheel, where she can’t run away?” I rub my chin. “I like it.” “First, you have to get her on a plane to Paris,” Finn points out. Zane and I exchange looks. We both open our mouths at the same time but, before we can blurt out what we’re thinking, Finn says, “If you say you’ll ‘kidnap her’, I’m going to cut your guitar strings.”
