Page 244 of The Doctors Will See You Now

I sure fucking hoped so.

But I didn’t waste any time dallying on stage, I quickly got back to my seat and left Scott to deal with the now overly enthusiastic crowd wanting to hear Frances sing.

For once in my life, that goddamn name actually worked to my benefit.

“Just bear with me for a second,” Scott told the crowd and leaned over to the DJ to tell him something.

Once they appeared on the same page, he looked toward the crowd and grinned.

“This one is for my beautiful girlfriend, Harlow.”

“Awww!” one woman in the audience sighed.

“God, he’s hot,” another one chimed in. “I wish he was my boyfriend!”

I flashed a glare in the last one’s direction. Slow your roll, lady. He’s mine.

Once the initial beats of a song I’d figured was Shakira’s “Hips Don’t Lie” began, I settled into my seat to enjoy my handsome and very sexy boyfriend’s performance.

But “Hips Don’t Lie” didn’t come.

I didn’t recognize it right off the bat, but it was definitely something else. The beat was a bit slower but still upbeat and pop nonetheless.

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.