The nickname *Red* had originally been given to her by her mother. Evie had no idea how Ezra knew that—it had to be a coincidence.
He had just ruffled her red hair playfully, but the gesture jolted a memory. It reminded her of the way her mother used to stroke her hair and fondly call her *Red*. The nostalgia hit hard. She missed her mom deeply. If only she weren't so far away… Evie longed to be in her arms again, to feel her fingers in her hair, hear her call her *Red*, and tell her how much she loved her hair—how perfectly it suited her.
Ezra's voice pulled her from her thoughts.
"I got pan-seared salmon with dill sauce, lamb with rosemary, duck breast with cherry compote..." he listed.
Evie blinked up at him from where he stood in the kitchen, shaking off the memory so she could focus.
"And chocolate soufflé for dessert," Ezra added.
"What do you want?" he asked, tilting his head slightly, a teasing smirk on his face.
Evie rested her cheek in her palm.
