Fortunately, though, I didn’t have to try too hard. Gio lowered my panties, slowly and deliberately by reaching under my dress, until they were at my ankles. He raised one of my feet at a time so I could step out of them. He crumpled them into a ball, and finally meeting my gaze with an intensity that made me sway, smiled as he tucked them into his suit pocket.
Guess I won’t be seeing those again.
When I took my first step, my heel, my expensive spikey high heel, wedged between two brick pavers. The resulting jolt caused me to slosh gin and tonic out of my glass and all over my sister’s watch, which I wore on my right wrist. Dammit. I shook the cocktail off my arm and made sure the watch’s minute hand was still moving. If anything happened to that watch, well, I didn’t know what I’d do. It was the only one I ever wore. Devon had insisted on gifting me a variety of much fancier ones in the time since we’d been married, and even one with diamonds for my thirtieth birthday, but I wasn’t about to stop wearing Lisette’s. It was all I had left of her.