Hope you can still stomp in these, Bigfoot. She opens the box, pushes aside the tissue paper and gasps. Then laughs. Inside, she finds a pair of black spiked, studded sandals. Violent and vixenish—just the type she would wear if she liked sandals. They’re too expensive. Fancy hotel boutique wrapping from Rosalea Resort. Which means he must have bought them before they left.
