“Are you okay, Candice?”
The smile that was threating grew legs and spread across her lovely face.
“It’s okay, mom and dad,” she teased.
Knox scowled, and Sutton’s lips twitched.
“We worry about you,” Sutton admonished, placing a hand on Mark’s arm.
“I know you do. We worked things out last night. I love him, and he loves me.”
Knox looked back at where Candice was still sitting on the bed. Her hair was wild, and she had the beginnings of a purplish mark on her neck.
“I do love you, Candice,” he proclaimed. “More than anything. I want to be with you, always.”
Sutton drew in a breath. “Are you proposing? Damn it, Knox, get on one knee!”
Mark drew Sutton into his arms. “I think they have it from here. I will give you fifteen minutes. And then I really do need to speak to you.”
Knox nodded in agreement and then closed the door behind them. Just as Sutton suggested, he sank to one knee.
Candice’s eyes widened. “What are you doing?”
Knox gave her a crooked smile. “I do want to marry you, have babies, eat pizza, and take care of my sweet neighbor together. I feel like I have loved you for forever, and I don’t want to spend another night apart. Will you marry me?”
Candice felt her lip tremble. The sheets forgotten, she reached her arms out to him.
Knox rose and went to the bed, cradling her in his arms. “Is that a yes?”
She nodded, eyes bright with emotion. “I really love you too, Knox.”
“I know you do, sweetheart.” He kissed her lips, and what was meant to be a sweet and tender kiss turned into something else altogether.
It was a full forty-five minutes until they were able to rejoin Mark and Sutton in the kitchen.
“Well,” Mark waved them in the direction of the pancakes. “Eat up, we have a situation.”
Knox stilled. “What is it?”
“Maggie is gone again.”