She didn’t move a muscle. But behind her spectacles, her eyelashes worked like twin ebony fans. “Marry? You?” He tried not to take offense. “I must say, Minerva. That’s not exactly the breathless, overjoyed acceptance a man might wish to hear.” “That wasn’t exactly the ardent, heartfelt proposal that might warrant one. In fact, I’m not sure it counts as a proposal at all.”
