Kiera stared at her dubiously. “Whatever you want,” she relented. “Just
be sure to actually do it. At least soak them when you get home. If you
don’t take care of this, you’re not going to be able to walk properly for
days.”
“I’ll be in tip top shape for Monday. I promise.”
“I’m not worried about that.” Kiera ducked her head and started
wrapping white gauze around Romi’s left foot, stung that Romi obviously
thought she was some kind of ogre. Although, had she tried hard not to
make that impression?
Kiera focused on Romi’s feet. That seemed the safest bet. She had nice
feet. Slender and narrow. Delicate. Painted pink toe nails which were
perfectly groomed. Of course her feet are prefect. Just like her. Damn it!
She made quick work of the bandages, and when she offered her hand
and Romi’s fingers closed around her palm, she told herself that the buzz
that swept through her was just light headedness because she hadn’t drank
enough water and it was a typical hot as heck July summer day. She
couldn’t quite explain away the dull ache that bloomed in her belly or the
throbbing lower, so she made herself concentrate on helping Romi into the
truck.
“I’ll pay for the boots,” Romi said softly when Kiera slipped into the
truck. Her green eyes were huge, like wet, shiny emeralds. It made Kiera’s
chest hurt all over again to see them flooded with tears.
“Don’t worry. They were old. I just kept them back there as a spare set
and I haven’t worn them in over a year.”
“Still, though. I ruined them.”
“Wasn’t your fault.” Kiera put the truck in gear, backed up in the
farmyard expertly, and headed back down the driveway.
“It was. I should have said something.”
“I agree. But you didn’t, and it wasn’t like they were priceless. Lesson
learned. Now, what’s your address? I’ll put it in the GPS and I can drop you