“Come on,” he said, his gaze light despite what had happened. “You need to find better shoes if you’re coming with me.” Relieved that he wasn’t going to try to keep me wrapped in a bubble, I nodded and started for the closet. “How about these?” Caden asked. I looked over my shoulder. He held one of the knee-high boots, all helpful like. He winked at me. “I have such fond memories of these.” “I’m going to throw that boot at your head,” I warned.
