Micah brought David over for lunch the next day. Ginny was helping Kapena with a surf lesson so Micah shared some news.
“I’m going to ask her to marry me.”
“What? Already?”
He shrugged and moved David away from the corner of my coffee table. I really needed to get a new one, without sharp corners.
“I love her. We’re already spending all our time together. Why wouldn’t I marry her?”
“I’m not saying you shouldn’t. It just seems fast to me,” I backtracked.
Micah scowled and ignored me for a few minutes. When he finally looked up, he asked, “Do you think she’s going to say no?”
I sighed. Being in the bar was so much easier. When people asked for advice in a bar, it was because they were lost. They were willing to do anything a bartender said because they truly had no idea what the best
