He goes weak in the knees for a beauty in boots. She likes her leather worshipped from toe to tip. Together, they’re a sole — match made in heaven.

“Look over there,” Ted said, nudging me with his elbow and pointing to a stunning blonde seated one table over from us. “She’s a stone — cold fox, isn’t she?”

I looked where he was looking — then past where he was looking. Yes, the woman he’d mentioned was attractive, blonde and slim in a blue V — neck dress that revealed her cleavage to perfection. But next to her, sat the boots of my dreams. I mean, the girl of my dreams. In the boots of my dreams.

The wearer was damn hot. A slinky brunette in a wraparound dress the color of crushed cranberries. She possessed a slightly untouchable... Read More