"Hospital? Where? How badly were you hurt? Are you okay now?" Concern for Zach - horror at the thought that she could have lost him before she ever got to know him--pushed aside her doubts.
He squeezed her hand. "Settle down, darlin'. I'm fine - all in working order, or even my father wouldn't have taken me on in the sheriff's department. There are some scars, though - you should probably know that, before you see me naked."
"We all have scars, Zach. Some are just less visible than others." She laced her fingers through his and made an effort to lighten the tone. "I had my appendix out when I was thirteen. That's a pretty good one. Plus a dog bite, right smack on my butt from when I was six. We can compare."
"Sounds good to me." He pulled his car into the driveway of the stately old hom
