Page 226 of A Lick and A Promise
Knox kissed my shoulder, moved the hair off my neck and kissed that, I thought he was starting something, but in my ear, he said, “My turn,” and he slid out of bed.
He told the alarm to stop, then I heard him get dressed, use the bathroom, and the front door open and close, all of this before I fell into a snooze.
I came out of the snooze when the mattress depressed, and a warm hand came to rest on my hip.
I opened my eyes and looked up.
“You tired?” Knox asked quietly.
I shook my head and pushed up to a forearm. “Just fell into a snooze.”
“It’s been busy. We’ll have a lazy Sunday,” he said.
“We can’t have a lazy Sunday. You’re on the rental return crew, and I’m on the flower dismantling and disseminating to nursing homes crew. Then we have to go to Mom and Dad’s for lunch.”
“Right. Then we’ll both put in for vacation time on Monday. Think of where you want to go.”
“You just had a medical leave of absence,” I reminded him.
“Another reason it’s good to have great bosses. They understand the difference between medical leave and a vacation,” Knox replied.
Yeah, Tito and Tex would understand that too.
I considered this suggestion, sleepily, at the same time considering my bank account, which was relatively healthy, but it probably wasn’t vacation healthy.
Before I could share that with Knox, he bent in, gave me a quick kiss and said, “I’ll make the coffees.”
He took off.
I pulled myself out of bed, did the bathroom thing and met Knox in the kitchen.
He handed me my mug, rested his ass against the counter, I rested mine against the other side, and we sipped.
Mm…good.
“I’m not sayin’ this has to happen soon,” Knox began. “I’m just sayin’ it to put it in your head. But I like it here. Last night, at that meeting, seeing how you all are pulling together for Jacob and Alexis. The way you are together. The way you have your private space, but all you gotta do is walk out and you’re with family. I wanna ask Harlow to do her magic with your storage spaces, and I’ll come here. We’ll rent out my crib.”
I stared at him, my heart having forgotten how to beat.
“Again, we can wait. A month. Two,” Knox continued. “But when it’s time, I want us here until we get hitched. Then we can look for houses where we’re gonna raise our kids.”
I kept staring at him.
“Luna?” he called.
“You know, I’m a take-life-as-it-comes girl,” I stated.
“All right,” he replied, watching me closely.
“As such, I never really thought of who I wanted my guy to be. What I wanted my wedding day to be like. Any of that stuff.”
He said nothing.
“I’m really glad I didn’t,” I whispered. “Because the surprise of what I got is out of this world.”
His coffee mug went down.
My coffee mug went down (and I didn’t put it down).
