Page 38 of Hitched to my Boss

"Our home. Our life. Our chance to prove that accidental marriages can turn into happily ever after when the right people are willing to fight for them."

Vegas gave us an accidental marriage. But love, trust, and the courage to fight for what matters is giving us something much better, a real one.

And this time, we'll both remember every moment of it.

EPILOGUE

NATALIA

SIX MONTHS LATER

"Mrs. Wallace, your nine o'clock is here."

I look up from my laptop, where I've been finalizing the crisis management strategy for a pharmaceutical company dealing with supply chain issues, to find Jason standing in the doorway of my home office. He's wearing his work clothes and a grin that still makes my pulse quicken after all these months.

"My nine o'clock?"

"Marcus Hartwell. He's here for the quarterly review meeting." Jason leans against the doorframe, clearly enjoying my confusion. "Don't tell me you forgot about your biggest client."

"Hartwell isn't my client, he's yours." I save my work and close the laptop, standing to stretch muscles that have been hunched over spreadsheets for too long.

"Actually, he's ours now. Didn't you read the contract addendum he sent over?"

I stare at my husband, noting the satisfaction in his green eyes. "What contract addendum?"

"The one where he officially hires Wallace Wildlife Solutions as his primary contractor for all Nevada ranch properties, with Natalia Wallace Communications as the required public relations partner." Jason's grin widens. "Seems he's been so impressed with how we've handled his wolf situation that he wants us to manage wildlife issues across his entire operation."

"Jason." I move around my desk to study his face. "Are you telling me we just landed a contract that could set us up for years?"

"I'm telling you that your husband is apparently much better at business development when he has a brilliant wife handling the people side of things." He pulls me into his arms, careful of the ribs that still ache sometimes when the weather changes. "We're officially the most successful wildlife management team in the Southwest."

"We're a team now?"

"We've been a team since Vegas. We're just finally getting paid like one."

I laugh, the sound echoing through the office I'd built in what used to be Jason's storage room. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlook the mountains, built-in bookshelves hold my professional library, and a video conferencing setup allows me to work with clients anywhere in the world. It's exactly the kind of space I'd dreamed of but never thought I could have outside a major city.

"So what does this contract mean for us practically?"

"It means you'll need to travel to various ranch locations about once a month for site visits and stakeholder meetings. It means I'll be spending more time in the field but always within driving distance of home." Jason traces patterns on my back, thegesture unconsciously possessive. "And it means we can finally afford to expand the cabin."

"Expand it how?"

"Well, I was thinking we might need a nursery at some point."

The casual comment makes me freeze in his arms. "A nursery?"

"I mean, not immediately. But eventually. When we're ready." His voice carries the same careful uncertainty it had when he'd first suggested I move in permanently. "If that's something you want."

"Jason Wallace, are you asking if I want to have babies with you?"

"I'm asking if the idea of tiny humans running around our mountain sanctuary terrifies you as much as it should."

I pull back to look at him properly, seeing vulnerability beneath his attempted humor. We've talked about everything else concerning our future, but having children has been the one topic we've both avoided. Too big, too permanent, too much like counting on forever when we're still figuring out today.

"It should terrify me," I say honestly. "Six months ago, I didn't even want a husband, let alone kids. But the idea of little versions of you running around these mountains, learning to track wildlife and build things with their hands? That doesn't scare me at all."

Relief transforms his expression. "Really?"

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