““Evie," she murmured, reaching down to pull the covers up to her chest. "That's what my father and my friends call me." "Are we finally ready for first names?" A teasing smile lurked in the corners of his lips. "Sebastian," he said softly. Evie reached out slowly, as if he were a wild animal that might bolt if startled, and her fingers laced through his front locks with careful lightness. Brushing aside the swath of stray hair, she said in a low voice, "We're truly married now." "Yes. God help you." He inclined his head, enjoying the stroke of her fingers in his hair.””
