Page 105 of My Tiny Giant

“Did you accept?” Things were happening with a breakneck speed. He’d lost a job and gotten a new one within minutes.

“I said I’d need to talk to my wife first.”

“Your who ?” My jaw slacked, my mouth hanging open.

With a finger under my chin, he closed my mouth for me. “I said I’d marry you. I meant it.”

“When?”

“As soon as possible.”

I smiled at his eagerness.

“Maybe we should at least wait until they extend my contract and confirm my new location?”

“If you prefer to keep to your current line of work after your resignation from the Army next year, Madam Lieutenant,” the Governor said, taking his place on the other side of his wife. “We could most definitely use your skills, too. We’re creating a border-control force to keep yirzi bands and fescods from crossing into our country. I’d love to have you as one of the warriors protecting our land from future invasions. You can work alongside your future husband if you wish.”

“We’ll be in the same organization, for once.” Agan’s grin grew wider. “Finally, I’ll get the chance to be your boss and give you orders.”

“Unless I get to be your boss first, of course.” I laughed, flicking his nose with my finger.

He caught my hand in the air and pressed it to his lips. “Every wish of yours is already my order. I’ll do anything for you, my lucky number Eleven.”

“I have everything I’ve ever wished for and more.” I trailed my fingers along the velvety ridge of his cheekbone. “As long as I have you, my love.”

Epilogue

A LMOST A YEAR LATER .

Valentine’s Day.

I stood on top of a hill, just outside of the city wall of Irlie, a small border town in Ravie. Agan held a job here with the Border Guard, and I still had a few months left of my peacekeeping mission contract on Tragul. Both of us worked to protect the town and the country beyond it from yirzi and fescods roaming the jungle.

My mandatory service term was nearing its end, after which I already had a job with the Boarder Guard lined up. I’d remain here, working side by side with Agan.

It’d been quiet lately as we’d drawn both yirzi and fescods far away from the country by now.