"What are you talking about!" Victoria's voice rose, she was getting annoyed with his uncanny ability to aggravate her. She muttered under her breath, "Who wants to marry you?"
"You don't want to marry me?" Hank Clegg's brow furrowed sharply, a palpable chill spreading around him.
"Huh?" Victoria was confused.
What the heck was Hank Clegg talking about?
How was she supposed to respond?
"Well..." All she could do was raise her hand hesitantly, "What's the right answer?"
"What right answer?" Hank Clegg asked impatiently.
Victoria pointed around randomly, "Well... is it right to say I want to marry you, or is it correct to say I don't?"
Hank Clegg's gaze drifted away, he huffed dismissively. "Huh!"
Huh?
What did that mean?
Victoria Talkington was utterly bewildered.
