Chapter 10 - The Untouchable's Queen
One year later.
The summer sun shone brightly over the private coast of our coastal estate. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming jasmine and the rhythmic, peaceful crashing of ocean waves against the cliffs below.
I sat on a wide sun lounger on the back patio, wearing a light white sundress, reading an architectural plan for the new trauma clinic opening downtown next month.
The back doors opened, and Vincent walked out.
He was wearing a simple dark linen shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, bare-footed, looking relaxed, incredibly handsome, and completely at peace.
He carried a silver tray with two cold glasses of iced lemonade.
"No tea today?" I teased, looking up from my papers with a grin.
Vincent laughed—a warm, rich sound—setting the tray down on the wooden table. "I've permanently retired tea from my diet, as you well know."
He sat beside me on the lounger, pulling my legs across his lap, resting his hands gently over my knees.
I looked at his face—the smooth line of his jaw, the clear brightness in his dark eyes, the sheer physical power of a man completely cured and whole.
"How are your lab results?" I asked, falling back into my nursing habits. "Did Dr. Sarah send over your quarterly panel?"
"Zero heavy metals," Vincent replied, smiling warmly. "Normal cardiac output. Perfect blood pressure. Although she did mention my heart rate goes up whenever I'm near you."
"That's a permanent medical condition, Mr. Vale," I laughed, leaning forward and resting my forearms on his broad shoulders. "There is no cure."
"Good," Vincent murmured, wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me down until I was lying comfortably against his chest. "Because I never want to be cured of you."
We lay together under the warm summer sun, listening to the gentle breeze moving through the trees and the soothing roar of the ocean below.
I looked down at the simple platinum band resting beside my diamond on my finger.
Two years ago, I was just a nurse walking into a lion's den, warned never to break the rules of a terrifying, untouched mob boss.
Today, I was his partner, his healer, his sanctuary, and his queen.
Vincent held me tightly against his beating heart—a heart that beat strong, healthy, and entirely for me.
"I love you, Megan," Vincent whispered into the quiet afternoon.
May you like
"I love you too, Vincent," I replied softly, pressing a kiss to his lips. "Forever."
THE END
