But she smiled as she raised her feet out. Her toenails now, they were her little foolishness. This week she'd painted them a metallic purple. Most days they'd be buried in work socks and boots, but she knew she had sexy toes. It was just one of those silly things that helped her remember she was female.
Black Rose
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Think on your feet
For this reason, your feet need to be in decent shape by this point in the year.
INDEPENDENT
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"You look . . .amazing is the word that springs to mind, with spectacular coming right behind it."
"Thank you."
"From head." His gaze skimmed down to her silver-heeled sandals-and the ruby-red toenails. "To toe."
"My mama always said a woman wasn't groomed unless her toenails were painted. It's one of the few pieces of advice she gave me I agreed with."
He'd barely glanced at the rubies, though his amateur antiquer's eye judged them to be vintage. But the toes. The toes were terrific. "What?"
"The gift." She smiled. It was hard not to be pleased, and a little bit smug, when a man was enraptured by your feet.
Black Rose