“Sure, you can take care of yourself, right?” Sarah couldn’t quite tell if Evan was being sarcastic or not. But his smile looked genuine when he followed it up with, “You’re pretty strong, aren’t you?”
“Damn straight.” Sarah spoke at the same time as the receptionist.
Sarah’s wry grin was soon replaced by a grimace as another cramp hit her body. That girl needed to do something. Somebody needed to do something. If Sarah wasn’t doubled over in pain, she’d have done something. Something stupid, just like she’d told Evan she wouldn’t. Why the hell did city life have to be so totally different from the country life she’d grown up in?