"No!" Natasha's voice was a raw, rasping cry, and the two individuals in the hospital room startled. "No, I don't have to be here. I have to go home. I would have been home an hour ago; I have to be home. My shift would have ended an hour ago; I have to be home."

"That would be unwise and downright dangerous in your condition, Mrs. Dava," the doctor chastised, and Natasha's world reeled.

"What did you call me?" she breathed in shock.

"He called you Mrs. Dava," Rick taunted from his position in the doorway, arms folded across his broad chest. "That is still your name, isn't it?" She...