AUTHOR'S NOTE

"Then, Ms. June Hayes, how about marrying my-"

I interrupted him, disbelief lacing my voice. "Oh, no, thank you," I said, shaking my head. "I appreciate the offer, Mr. Rutherford, but I'm not interested in your son. Girls are more my type, so marrying him isn't exactly on my to-do list."

He let out an exaggerated sigh, as if I were the one missing the point. "I wasn't suggesting you marry my son; I was talking about my daughter."

I stared at him, eyes wide with shock. "WAIT, WHAT?!"