" I’ll carry her inside,” he whispered. Nodding, McKenna started to climb down too, but he turned back. “Wait here, please,” he said softly, that semblance of a smile returning. “Agnes.” Seeing the mischievous gleam in his eyes, she bit her lower lip to keep from smiling. She kept her voice low. “I’ve always hated that name.” “And I’ve always loved it. It’s my mother’s name.” “It’s not!” she mouthed. But he nodded and winked. "

― Tamera Alexander , The Inheritance