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chance to see that while her breasts remained stunningly average, her hips and behind had gotten rather wide. Which was easy to ignore when you wore loose attire most days. “I look like the woman symbol on the door of a public restroom.”
    She looked over at Chase, who had been completely silent upon her entry into the room, and remained so. She glared at him. He wasn’t saying anything. He was only staring. “Well?”
    â€œIt’s nice,” he said.
    His voice sounded rough, and kind of thin.
    â€œYou’re a liar.”
    â€œI’m not a liar. Put the shoes on.”
    â€œDo you even know what size I wear?”
    â€œYou’re a size ten, which I know because you complain about how your big feet make it impossible for you to find anything in your size. And you’re better off buying men’s work boots. So yes, I know.”
    His words made her feel suddenly exposed. Well, his words in combination with the dress, she imagined. They knew each other a little bit too well. That was the problem. How could you impress a guy when you had spent a healthy amount of time bitching to him about your big feet?
    â€œFine. I will put on the shoes.” He held them up, and her jaw dropped. “I thought you were taking me out to dinner.”
    â€œI am.”
    â€œDo I have to pay for it by working the pole at the Naughty Mermaid?”
    â€œThese are nice shoes.”
    â€œIf you’re a five-foot-two-inch Barbie like that chick you were talking to last night. I’m like...an Amazon in comparison.”
    â€œYou’re not an Amazon.”
    â€œI will be in those.”
    â€œMaybe that would bother some men. But you want a man who knows how to handle a woman. Any guy with half a brain is going to lose his mind checking out your legs. He’s not going to care if you’re a little taller than he is.”
    She tried her best to ignore the compliment about her legs. And tried even harder to keep from blushing.
    â€œI care,” she muttered, snatching the shoes from his hand and pondering whether or not there was any truth to her words as she did.
    She didn’t really date. So it was hard to say. But now that she was thinking about it, yeah. She was self-conscious about the fact that with pretty low heels she was eye level with half the men in town.
    She finished putting the shoes on and straightened. It was like standing on a glittery pair of stilts. “Are you satisfied?” she asked.
    â€œI guess you could say that.” He was regarding her closely, his jaw tense, a muscle in his cheek ticking.
    She noticed that he was still a couple of inches taller than her. Even with the shoes. “I guess you still meet the height requirement to be my dinner date.”
    â€œI didn’t have any doubt.”
    â€œI don’t know how to walk in these,” she said.
    â€œAll right. Practice.”
    â€œAre you out of your mind? I have to practice walking?”
    â€œYou said yourself, you don’t know how to walk in heels. So, go on. Walk the length of the room.”
    She felt completely awash in humiliation. She doubted there was another woman on the planet that Chase had ever had to instruct on walking.
    â€œThis is ridiculous.”
    â€œIt’s not,” he said.
    â€œAll of women’s fashion is ridiculous,” she maintained. “Do you have to learn how to walk when you put on dress shoes? No, you do not. And yet, a full-scale lesson is required for me to go out if I want to wear something that’s considered feminine .”
    â€œYeah, it’s sexist. And a real pain in the ass, I’m sure. It’s also hot. Now walk.”
    She scowled at him, then took her first step, wobbling a bit. “I don’t understand why women do this.”
    She took another step, then another, wobbling a little less each time. But the shoes did force her hips to sway, much more than they normally would. “Do you have