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Baze looked genuinely thrilled with her answer. “You’re absolutely right, Margo. Everyone’s situation is different, and you have to do what works for you just like Luna and I did what works for us.” He paused and looked at Knox. “How do you feel about this plan?”

“I think it’s perfect, boss. At the moment, my room is barely set up for me, let alone another person. I can work on it, but… I’ve been a little busy with these brats.” He said the word brats affectionately and shook his head. “I don’t know how you do it.”

“It’s not easy, but it’s rewarding,” Baze answered with a grin. “Now, about the space situation… I might have a solution. Why don’t we move your focus to the east tower and work on renovating the suites directly below ours. I’ll call in the decorating team I met recently.”

“Boss… the stuff you are having me do in these suites… it’s like handyman stuff. You could get most of it done a lot cheaper than what you are paying me.”

Baze shrugged off Knox’s statement as if it were of no consequence to him because it probably wasn’t. “I don’t want a handyman. I want you. I’d like you to become my full-time foreman.”

Knox’s jaw dropped open. “That’s incredibly generous, sir… but I—”

“Don’t worry about Derek. I’ll speak to him. I’m sure he’ll understand under the circumstances,” Baze said with a wink at Margo.

Margo breathed a sigh of relief. She’d forgotten about the continuing work on Rawhide Ridge, but she knew she wouldn’t be good at the long-distance thing, even temporarily.

Knox took a deep breath and reached for Margo, pulling her into his arms, with her legs wrapped around his waist. “I’ll have to get used to the idea of making Vegas my home base,” he conceded. “I’m not used to the climate. It felt weird to have sunshine for the holidays.” He leaned forward and kissed Margo on the nose. “But heck, I can’t say no to an offer like that. What do you think, little one? Shall I stay here permanently and move into a suite?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” She squealed in his arms and covered his face in kisses. Stopping abruptly, she pulled back, and looked at him with growing concern. “But… if you have a permanent job, and a suite… does that mean we can’t still take it slow?” She loved having Knox as her Daddy, but suite or not, she wasn’t ready to move out of the penthouse permanently.

“It’s going to take a while to get the suite renovated, and set up, little one. When it’s done, we’ll see where we are and reevaluate, but there’s no rush. Suite or no, we can still move at exactly our own pace. And when you are with me, you’ll have your own room and your own things. And you can still have sleepovers with your friends too. You’ll be the luckiest Little girl ever. You’ll get the best of both worlds no matter where you are staying full time.”

Margo sighed happily and placed a wet juicy kiss right on his lips. “Silly Daddy. I’m already the luckiest Little girl in the whole world. I have my chosen family, and I have you. What could be luckier than that?”

“What, indeed?” Knox agreed. “And on that note, I think it’s time for us to move this homecoming celebration indoors. It may be sunshiney, but there’s still a chill and none of you girls are wearing coats.”

“That’s because you didn’t tell us to,” Margo said with a giggle. “Bad Daddy. You were naughty!”

“I was naughty, was I? Good thing punishments are just for Little girls.”

“Nope!” Margo squealed gleefully. “Your punishment is that you have to give me a reward tonight!”

Knox raised his eyebrows, a knowing smirk playing on his face. “Well, I can get behind that idea, but you’re wrong about one thing, my dear.”

“What’s that?” Margo asked.

“Rewarding you isn’t a punishment for me at all. In fact, it’s my very favorite thing. Can you live with that?”

Margo heaved an exaggerated sigh and pretended like she was mad. “Well,” she huffed. “Guess I’m gonna have to. Cause I’m not giving up my reward just cause you made a mistake!”

Knox chuckled and kissed her on the forehead. “I can live with that.” With his lips still pressed against her skin, he whispered, “This is perfect, little one. I love making a life with you, and I love doing it at our own pace with our own rules. I love you, Miss Marguerite Mae.”

“Me too, Daddy. Me too.”

THE END