Avara POV
I lower the book to peer over at Vance from over the brim of the pristine pages. He sits beside me with the chair angled towards me with his MacBook on his lap, muttering calculations to himself, his elbow propped on the arm, hand in the air as his fingers rub together thoughtfully.
"You know, a desk would be comfortable to work at," I point out.
"Too far from you," he answers with his eyes locked on the screen.
I drop my book on my lap. "Your father hired a top medical team and you still insist on waiting on me hand and foot."
"You make it sound like a burden when it's a privilege. Besides, even if we didn't get to the kiss-the-bride part of the ceremony. You are still my wife as it should've been from the beginning. Like fate, we were put together before Landen intervened."
"Fair point."
