Sara's POV

Hell no!

I was not going to spend another breath in Grey's house. Not even if my stomach was exploding.

I couldn't care about my stomach when my heart was pounding. Being in his presence was not good for me. Not for my poor heart or my resolve.

I shook my head disagreeably. “I can't, doctor. I have to be home.”

“She doesn't,” Grey said, cutting in, his voice low but firm.

My heart leapt at the sound of his voice. When we met, I had thought I'll have everything ...