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your toes or rub your heels or give you blisters or make your feet sweat. The heel is too high or too
low, or they make your ankles look fat.
You re scaring me, he said. This only goes to show that women spend far too much time
worrying about a whole lot of nothing.
She wanted to laugh, but she wasn t finished making her point, so she added, It s important
because shoes affect the way a woman feels when she steps out of her house. No single pair of shoes
covers the gamut of outfits in your closet. Not even close. So you need at least a half-dozen pairs to
cover most of what you wear on a daily basis. Which makes me wonder if women should do the same
with men. Have a different one for each of her moods.
The laugh that Ty gave was full and genuine and made Imogen smile back at him.
Now there s an idea, he said. So what mood would I be? Casual Friday?
No, he would be for the days when she wanted to play porn star, but she wasn t about to say that
out loud. I imagine it depends on the woman who might want to wear you.
She didn t mean that to be suggestive, but the moment the words left her lips, she knew it would
sound that way, and it did. Ty s eyes darkened and his eyebrow went up.
Imogen spoke again before he could because she wasn t sure she was prepared to hear what might
come out of his mouth. I think that for Nikki, you would be her high heels. What she wants to wear
when she wants attention and to feel good about herself.
Maybe that wasn t true. After all, what did she really know about Nikki and her true emotions and
motivations? But given what Imogen had seen and heard from the girl, she thought she was fairly
accurate in her assessment. Nikki was using Ty for fame and fortune. Imogen wanted him to recognize
that at the same time she didn t want him to suffer hurt feelings.
I can see that, he said slowly. I know exactly why Nikki is involved with me. It s for my money
and her share of the racing spotlight. It doesn t exactly bother me because I know it is what it is, and I
am not in any danger of falling in love with her. His knee bumped Imogen s when he shifted in his
seat. But the truth is, I want to be some woman s work boots, not her high heels.
Work boots? What was sexy about that? And did women have work boots?
Yeah. You know, the boots she pulls out when she wants to get down and dirty, hiking or
gardening or boating or painting the kitchen. The ones she relies on and trusts and lives her life hard
and good and on her terms in. Her favorites.
Oh, my God. Imogen was having a little trouble swallowing. That was the weirdest and sexiest
description of a man s role in a relationship that she had ever heard, and it suited Ty. He was weird
in that she didn t really understand him and he was damn sexy, and she was mentally reminding
herself that he was in fact still involved with Nikki and she absolutely could not molest him in her car
in Tamara s driveway.
But a woman doesn t feel sexy in work boots. Don t you want to make her feel sexy?
Of course she does. In her favorite shoes, playing or working hard, she feels strong. And feeling
strong makes a woman feel sexy.
Ty touched Imogen s knee and pulled her legs slightly apart, sending a hot rush of warmth to her
inner thighs.
What shoes do you have on, Emma Jean? He leaned over and checked out her footwear.
Black ballet flats, she said, her voice a little raspy.
Do you feel sexy in them?
His hand was still on her knee, his thumb making little circles on her jeans, and it was driving her
to distraction. I feel reasonably cute when I wear them, she admitted.
Ty gave a soft laugh. You look more than reasonably cute in them.
She knew she should tell him to leave. That they were weaving into dangerous territory when he
was still technically with Nikki. It was totally inappropriate and she was going to tell him that.
Immediately.
No words left her mouth and they sat in her warm car, the heater cranked, the windows fogged, and
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