“Hello, Yasmine.” “So you finally remembered how to call someone?” she huffed on the other end. “I was just starting to feel insulted.” Isaiah laughed. “I guess an apology is in order?” “That or I can introduce you to my good friend Mr. Dial Tone.” “In that case, I’m sorry. I guess time has gotten away from me since I’ve been in Georgia.” “Six weeks and counting.” “I stopped marking my calendar.” “Uh-huh. Rumor has it you’re not coming back.” He frowned. “Who said that?” “I did. The way I see it, you’re going to pop the big question to Ms. Hotpants sooner than later.” Isaiah dropped the tube of superglue. “Whoa. No one said anything about marriage.” Yasmine went quiet for a moment, and then asked, “You’re in love, right?” “We already covered this.” “So it stands to reason that you should ask her to marry you. That’s the way your mother and I see it, anyway.” He rolled his eyes and continued with his task. “Don’t tell me you’ve been checking up on me through my mother.”
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