Gerry, the owner of Gerry’s Boot Depot exclaimed, glaring at him. “There is no reason a girl can’t wear a good pair of boots with heels!” You’d think he’d asked for the world here! He snorted in disgust at her attitude. He’d just wanted Jane to have a practical pair of boots. Instead Gerry had talked her into something that he imagined only a dominatrix would wear—knee high shiny black leather—with heels. Did this girl ever go anywhere without high heels? “These are new, and all the rage around here,” Gerry informed him. “So how come I haven’t seen anyone else wearing them?” he asked suspiciously. “Because they’re new!” Gerry reiterated with exaggerated patience. “And how often do you get out, Red?” Honey asked, surreptitiously casting a glance at Gerry. “Fine,” Red said, giving in to the three and addressing Jane. “But don’t blame me if you break your ankle.” “Spoken like a true old fart!” Honey declared, arms crossed. “She needs a pair of boots for getting around on the ranch…”
