I have a lot of boo-boos, cowboy." "Maybe I should kiss them." He leaned forward, brushed his lips against her forehead, just above the stitches over her eyebrow. She held up her arm where there was an abrasion. "Hurts here too." He kissed the spot. "And here." She pointed to her mouth. He kissed her with a pressure as light as the brush of a butterfly's wing. She thought of a hundred places on her body she wanted him to kiss. "I hurt all over.