“I like these boots," I told Vayl.

"Do you think they'd sell them to me cheap? I keep ruining mine."

"Since when do you fret over money?" he asked with amusement. "I was not even sure you knew what to do with it."

I shrugged. "A women has needs."

"Still." said Cole. "Gosh, Jaz, why didn't you say something to me? I'd never let you suffer.”