CHAPTER 20
Kip gave me a blank stare before sputtering "I thought you--I mean--what?"
"So, this is weird," I said, grimacing. "But I thought you were asking THE question, the kind you pop. Apparently, I don't know how to read the room, even if you're the only person in it." I laughed. "I guess the absence of a barbershop quartet should've tipped me off." I was referring to the time he had sent one to serenade me. I chewed on my nail waiting for his response.
To my surprise Kip started laughing. "Babe, that question is coming and when it does, it's going to be spectacular. I promise you I have a plan." He touched my face gently. "And it won't be in front of a bunch of strangers either. I'm not the jumbotron type. Also, no marching band, trained monkeys, flash mobs, or skywriting--unless
