Kenneth hung up the phone, an irresistible idea gelling in his mind. Without pausing for further reflection, he searched through his phone and made another call.
A sleepy voice fussed into the phone, “If this isn’t an insanely gorgeous man with chocolate, I’m hanging up.”
“Um, okay?” Kenneth said. Is it really that late? He glanced at the screen. 9:37. Not that bad.
“Who is this?” Autumn sounded awake now.
“It’s Kenneth. Sorry if I woke you.”
“Kenneth? Brooke’s Kenneth? Oh, hi.”
“Yeah, hi. Um, I have a question for you.”
“Shoot,” she suggested, not as an epithet, but as an invitation.
“I need to ask Brooke a question, but I’m concerned what her reaction might be.”
“Oh, God. Are you going to propose?”
Kenneth choked. “No. I mean, yeah, probably, someday, but not now. That would be
