Serenity uttered with joy in her eyes. “Hang in there then. You’re thirty years old, Zachary. How can a thirty-year-old manly man be afraid of a shot?”

It turned out Zachary was afraid of needles.

Zachary had better prayed not to be sick if he ever crossed her again. She would get the doctor to administer shots to him for any illness he had.

With Zachary tensing his facial muscles without a word, Serenity leaned into his ear and whispered, “Be a good boy and take the shot, Zachary. Then, I can go all the way with you and go back. Call it a reward since I rushed over to take care of you.”

Zachary’s dark eyes were sparkling.

He asked, “Can I?”

Sitting straight, Serenity smiled through her eyes. “Once you get discharged from the hospital.

“How about it? Are you going to take the shot?”

Looking rather conflicted, Zachary rolled up his sleeve and put his hand out in the end. He closed his eyes and took the shot like a champ.

While the injection was being administered, Zacha