"I like white flowers too." Evan promised Charlotte as he washed her hair. "And I'm glad that you like my hands. I told you. I used to do this all the time with my mother."
Sometimes, he still did. But she didn't have to know that. He wrapped his arms around her for a moment, then reached up and began to rinse the shampoo from her hair. "I like reading."
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