It was still so bizarre to her to use the phrase, even in her own head. His ring was a sure weight on her finger, his gaze a sure weight on her body, and yet, she still couldn’t believe some days that she was married to him. Not when someone called her Dr. Salazar-Vanguard, not when she snuck peeks at his matching ring, not when she touched the tattoos they both had on the sides of their necks.
