Chapter 11

“It’s those shoes you wore. Anything less made for torture, I’ve never found. It’s a wonder you can still walk.”

“Brigitte was insistent that we wear a certain style of shoe, and the only pair available was a half-size too small.”

“I know, love, and you were a trooper to survive so long. Tomorrow, we’ll hold a ceremony to burn them together, okay?”

“I love you, too,” I replied. After a few seconds of silence on his part, I clued in to what I’d just said. “Oh, dear, that’s not quite how I wanted to do this.”

He searched my face. “Do you mean it?”

I stopped massaging my feet long enough to kiss him thoroughly. “I love you, Bruce McNeese, with everything in me, all that I am, for always.”

“I love you, too, Sonny Bonhomie. You light up my life like no other.”

“Great. Now that we’ve declared ourselves, can you please rub my tootsies?”

He laughed. “Gladly.”