“Have you seen a doctor?”
“No, I haven’t,Daddy,” I quip.
Ezra sucks in a breath.
My heart stutters at that reaction. “What was that?”
“What was what?”
“You did a thing when I called you Daddy.”
“What?” he says, his voice high-pitched. “I didn’t do athing.”
“You totally did. Oh my god,” I gasp. “Do you have a daddy kink?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He’s got his face half buried in the pillows, so his words are muffled.
During our text exchange prior to coming to Hawaii, he neither confirmed nor denied it. I’d forgotten about that until now. “Oh, you definitely have a daddy kink.”
He pushes against the pillows between us. “Shut up and answer the question.”
Mmm, bossy too.
I roll back a bit and huff a sigh. “I haven’t had time.”
“Millie.”
“Ezra.”
“Amelia,” he reprimands.
My stomach flips. Damn, why does it sound so hot when he uses my government name?
“I’ve been bouncing from rehearsals to tour to rehearsals for years. I barely stay in one spot long enough to find a doctor.”
Voice low, he says, “Promise me when we get back to New York you’ll see a doctor, yeah?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
With a grunt, he smacks me with a pillow. “I was going to ask if there’s anything I can do to help, but after that, forget it.”
I laugh so hard it comes out as a wheeze. It’s so fun to rile him up. “I’m sorry, but it was too easy.” Wiping at my eyes, I take a deep breath. “Fine, I’ll behave.”
He narrows his eyes, the move barely visible in the light of the moon.
“You said something about helping me?”
“Yes. Is there anything I can do?” he asks. “Medicine, maybe? A heating pad?”
Warmth blooms in my chest at the sincerity in his voice. I’ve already taken ibuprofen, and using a heating pad in the summer in Hawaii would probably feel a lot like being in the ninth circle of hell. “When I was living with Joey, she would rub my lower back.” I’d kill for one of her massages right now. “But you don’t?—”
“I can do that.”
“No, really, it’s fine. I?—”
“Millie.”
“Ezra.”
