Grey's POV

The moment I saw her, draped in the purple gown I’d bought, gliding through the hotel lobby, I knew it was Sara. And I knew why she was here.

The Capitol conference, starting at noon, drew politicians and power players from every corner of the country. It was a candy store for a woman like Sara, who could hook America’s elite with a single smile.

But the thought of her targeting another man burned like acid in my chest.

She stood at the reception, chatting confidently with ...