I slept with a brooding billionaire rancher, got stuck on his property, and now I'm pregnant.

Easton Wilde is everything I don't need

Grumpy, brooding, and ten years older—he growls more than he talks, and makes my knees weak in ways that should be illegal.

He's also my boss.

And I was only supposed to be here to paint a mural at his mansion, not sleep with him on the first night.

Now I'm trapped on his massive ranch thanks to a contract I never read.

Forced to share space. Forced to deal with his rules, his attitude, his stupidly perfect jawline.

But then he defends me when I freeze.
Holds me when I fall apart. Stares at me like I'm the first light he's seen in years.

We shouldn't make sense.
But when he touches me, I forget every reason I should run.

Then I faint.
And two pink lines shatter everything.

I broke all the rules by falling for him.
But carrying his baby? That was never supposed to happen.