“I can’t believe this,” I say as he slides the ring on my finger. It’s a perfect fit. “Did everyone know before we left?”

“Of course. Do you really think I can take a vacation and fly you all the way to Hawaii to propose without the whole town knowin’?”

I chuckle. “That’s a valid point. Wait, what about my mom?”

“I asked for her blessing. She approved. Ivy, too.”

Shaking my head in disbelief, I stare at my hand, and the emotions flood me all over again. When we get to our feet, he captures my hand and leads me into the limo.

“I don’t know how you kept this from me,” I say when we settle in.

“You’re not the only one who’s good at surprises.” He winks, then cracks open the champagne.

“Apparently not.”

After a short drive, we end up at a fancy restaurant. The inside is dimly lit and romantic. Once we sit and order, we chat and admire my ring every chance I get. I’m not used to being in such a nice place, but I’m definitely not complaining. This side of Knox has me ready to climb him like a tree.

“Did you leave room for dessert?” the server asks at the end of our meal.

“Of course,” I tell him, wanting the full Hawaiian experience.

“So I have one more question to ask.” Knox takes a sip of his champagne. The smoldering expression on his face has me desperately waiting for his next words.

“Will you move in with me?” he asks. “I understand if you can’t because of work and all of that, but eventually—”

“Yes! I thought you’d never ask.” I laugh. “I practically have all my shit at your house anyway, and I like starting my day in your bed. I want to spend as much time with you as possible between my shifts. I don’t mind the drive knowing I get to see you.”

He leans forward and smirks. “Good, because I basically starve when you’re gone.”

I chuckle at his exaggeration. “Well now I’ll make sure you eat three times a day.”

“That sounds like the best idea in the world.”

“Thank God for that bachelor auction, huh? We wouldn’t be here without it,” I say. I can hardly believe it was almost a year ago.

He chuckles. “Oh, Grandma’s already taken credit for us getting together. And she’s been hounding me on more great-grandchildren to add to the family tree.”

I snort. “Actually, I’m taking all the credit because I forked out the money to claim you.”

“What if my brother would’ve been first on stage instead of me?” he asks, and I’ve actually wondered the same thing before.