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