"I'm going to say a word, just for your general opinion and consideration," he said, his light blue gaze touching hers. "I'm listening." "Marriage." Zephyr blinked. Had he actually just suggested a proposal? A marriage? With her? A thousand thoughts all flitted through her mind, none of them making any sense, but several of them centering on whether she was reading too much or too little into one blasted word. "I think"--she stumbled, backing away from him and toward the village--"that if you mean to ask a question, you should ask it. And you shouldn't make it so stupidly ambiguous just on the chance that a negative response might embarrass you or wound your feelings." "Is that so?" He stalked after her. "It is so. And another thing. Before you ask such a question, consider giving me--or whoever you intend on asking--a reason to say yes."