Carrie knew it was partly because of her chosen profession, where she dealt with all sorts of people who wore scars inside and out, but she had never understood why anyone would find scars disgusting or unattractive. Maybe she'd worn her own for so long that she understood them. "They're a part of you, Nick, and I like you."

She shifted a little so that she could rub her hand over his lower back without being seen from outside. "The option is having you back with them or not having you back. It's not a hard choice at all."