Page 362 of The Doctors Will See You Now

Once the lyrics started to leave his lips, I couldn’t believe my fucking ears.

Scott was belting out “Marry Me” by Train.

What the what?

Surely, it was just for fun. I mean, I knew I’d lost that bet, but he wouldn’t ask me to marry him right now, in a fucking karaoke bar, right?

I shook off the crazy thoughts and just focused on how goddamn sexy he looked up on stage. But my focus went to shit when not even halfway through the song, he stopped singing and the DJ cut the music.

Scott got down on one knee.

And pulled a small black box out of his pocket.

Oh. My. God.

My heart stopped beating for what felt like a minute before it stuttered back into a pounding rhythm.

“Harlow Paige,” he said into the microphone with his gaze locked with mine. “I love you. You are my heart. My home. My life. I want to spend the rest of my life making you smile and laugh. I want forever with you, Low.”

“Are you really doing this right now?” I called toward him and he grinned.

“I really am,” he answered. “And, if I do recall, you just promised that you’d consider the idea.”

Holy shit. My hand went to my mouth on its own accord.

“Frances Harlow Paige. My lover. My best friend. My sister,” he added with a teasing grin. “Will you marry me?”

“Oh my God, stepsister! Don’t make people think we’re inbreds,” I corrected, and he just chuckled in response.

“Get your ass up here and tell me yes, Low.”

This wasn’t his first proposal. Over the past six months, Scott had made a game of playfully asking me to marry him. He’d proposed in the grocery store. At the gas station. Even while we were waiting in line at a fast food drive-thru. And every single time, I’d answered no. But, this time was different. He didn’t have to tell me twice.

In six quick strides, I was out of my seat and up on the stage. And with Scott still on his knee, I stared down at the one and only man who could ever really have my heart.

“Yes,” I said and wrapped my arms around his neck. “I love you.”

After he slid the ring on my finger, and with me still hanging off of him like a monkey, he stood and took my mouth in a mind-blowing kiss.

“I love you,” he whispered against my lips.

“I love you too.”

“Not gonna lie, that yes came a lot easier than I expected,” he admitted, and I grinned. “I think that’s proposal number fifteen if I’m keeping count correctly.”

I giggled. “Yeah, I might have finally said yes, but you still have to convince me to actually plan the wedding.”

He grinned down at me. “Is this going to be like the months of chasing it took to get you to agree to be in a relationship with me?”

“You mean the months of stalking?” I teased with a smile, and he laughed.

“Is this how it’s always going to be with us?”

I shrugged. “Probably.”

“Thank fuck for that,” he said and lifted me into his arms. “You’re my favorite challenge,” he whispered against my lips. “I’ll spend the rest of my life chasing after your feisty ass.”

Can I let you in on a little secret?

I’m going to find a way to convince Scott to fly to Vegas tonight and make it official.

The only reason I’ve been waiting is because I wanted to be done with med school.

And since I only have one month left, it’s motherfucking time to make this man officially mine.

God, I really am one lucky bitch, huh?

Kisses forever,

Harlow Shepard

THE END