C37 Sara

Sara's POV.

I could barely contain myself as Jethro passed the lawn to the little car park that my mom created for guests outside our home. The two-story white house showed and I bustled on the seat as the leather made a crushing sound underneath me.

Jethro chuckled, turning the wheel. “Calm down, will you? You'll see them soon.” His eyes crinkled in adoration as he stared at me.

I looked away