Chapter 13 - THE KING AND HIS QUEEN
The heavy mahogany door opened, and Lorenzo walked in. He looked as handsome and dangerous as the night they met, but the coldness in his eyes had been entirely replaced by profound warmth whenever he looked at her.
He walked up behind her chair, leaning down to press a kiss to the side of her neck. "Working late again, Mrs. Moretti?"
Evelyn smiled, turning her chair to face her husband. She reached into her blazer pocket and pulled out a small, framed object. It was the original cocktail napkin, torn and smudged with ink: Your fiancée set a trap. Don't use north exit.
"Just making sure our investments are secure," she teased, resting her hands on his chest.
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Lorenzo pulled her to her feet, wrapping his arms securely around her waist. He looked out the floor-to-ceiling windows at the glittering skyline of Chicago. They had taken a broken city and rebuilt it together.
"Everything I have is yours," Lorenzo whispered, capturing her lips in a kiss that promised forever. "You saved my life, Evelyn. And then you gave me one worth living."
