Page 223 of The Maxwell Brothers
“You know what, why not? Might be good for inspiration.”
Declan cocked a brow. "And you need that why?"
“To propose.” I said the words loudly and with full confidence, taking advantage of the fact that Kendra wasn’t here.
My brothers all started to talk at the same time.
“Holy shit. I go away for a few months and another Maxwell plans to get married?” Sam asked, stunned. Unlike Kimberly, he didn’t want to be part of the family WhatsApp group. He said it distracted him from work.
“You have a lot to catch up on, brother,” I said.
Travis whistled loudly. "I'll make it a double."
"Anyone have any advice?" I asked. Creativity was not my forte.
Travis put a double whiskey on the bar. "Just go with the flow, man."
Luke shook his head. "Dude, what flow? He’s out of ideas."
"Surprise her with a trip," Declan suggested.
Luke groaned. “I think he can figure the trip for himself.”
I stared at Luke. "Dude, do you have any constructive advice, or are you planning to just shoot down everyone else's ideas?"
Luke held up his hands in defense. "No I don't, and unlike some in our family, I don't like to talk just to talk."
“I have no advice, but this is fun,” Sam said. “Man, I’ve missed this.”
"Hey, the idea with the trip isn’t that bad," Tate said. "You could ask the rest of the family to get involved in getting her where you want. Like me. Make it a surprise."
He’d done well. I was the one helping, but that wasn't what I wanted to do. I rubbed my chin, taking a sip of the whiskey.
"I don’t want to do the same trick," I admitted.
"Dude, it’s not the idea that matters. It’s the execution,” Travis said.
"Who's saying that?" asked Declan.
Travis rolled his shoulders, puffing out his chest in a ridiculous way. "I am."
I chuckled. "That sounds like Travis wisdom. No offense, man."
"Right, people only say ‘no offense’ before or after saying something offensive, and that'suniversallyknown wisdom. But today, I’m cool as a cucumber."
I laughed and mentally admitted that this wasn’t the right bunch to ask for advice on this topic. Aside from Tate, they had zero experience.
A few minutes later, Paisley, Lexi, Mom, Dad, and Gran joined us at the bar, sitting in the armchairs in front of it. It took Gran exactly five seconds to narrow her eyes and point at my brothers.
"What's going on? You lot look like you're giving Tyler here a hard time."
Damn. One of these days, I was going to find out how Gran could pick up on exactly what we were doingevery time.
I shook my head. “They're not giving me a hard time. I asked for help, and they're just being obnoxious. Business as usual."
"Then why don't you ask Gran for advice, you ungrateful little brother?" Luke asked.
He had a point. Gran also had a sixth sense when it came to stuff like this. But first, I needed to give Luke some shit.
