But Ezra was contemplating marriage with her—so soon? Thought Evie, as he pulled her into a hug and planted a kiss on the side of her head.
No, it wasn't a bad idea. Her heart raced at the prospect.
Mrs. Thorne, she mused with a smile touching her lips. How would it feel for people to refer to her by Ezra's last name?
She would be able to call him husband; she'd be free to touch him anytime and anywhere, without restraint.
And he would touch her too, calling her his wife.
Ezra and she would have plenty of children, and she would carry every one of his babies, while they would call her mom and him dad.
As she leaned into his arms, her thoughts began to swirl, her cheeks flushed pink at the very notion of it all.
Ezra wasn't just any man; he was a treasure. She felt grateful to have found him.
Their paths had crossed that day at the bar where he proposed their deal, and that was the moment it all began.
