“You know you’re meant to ask, right?” “It wasn’t a question.” A smug grin pulls at my mouth. “What if I want to say no?” Reaching into my pocket, I grab the industrial-strength super glue I needed for the bomb. “I wouldn’t recommend that.” Her jaw drops, and she snatches the glue from my hand. “You can’t just ‘no takesies backsies’ a marriage proposal.” “It wasn’t a proposal either. Because that implies there’s an answer to be given.”
