Her head snapped backward and the breath whooshed from her lungs. The guy who had tackled her took hold of her jacket with one hand and pulled off her helmet with the other. She hadn’t heard his footsteps. He must have leapt into her. He stared down at her. “Start talking. Who are you?” He had sh...
B to answer his door. It didn’t take long. He peered out the door at them, his hair sticking up in odd angles and his blue robe hanging crookedly around his shoulder. He glanced at Bess, then surveyed the area behind them. “What’s wrong?” Bess strode inside. “You mean, besides your attachment to ...
“High heels weren’t some sort of punishment inflicted by men on the female gender. Women chose to wear them because they thought high heels made them look elegant. No, really. They even paid a lot of money for them. Well, I don’t know why anyone thought pointy toes looked elegant. They just did.”...