Savy felt a tickle move up her calf. She bit her lip but was unable to hide the giggle that escaped her mouth. She was too old to be playing footsie. But here she was seated at the Matthews"s dinner table, tangling her bare feet with Charlie Matthews"s boot.
Charlie was the only horseman she knew in town who"d never taken to cowboy boots. Even at a young age, Charlie had known he was going into the military to follow in Father Matthews"s footsteps. So it was Charlie"s combat boot that snaked around Savy"s ankle to lift up her heel and rest her instep on his laces.
"I see someone wasn"t playing around this afternoon," said Father Matthews.
Charlie"s foot landed with a thud on the floor. Savy snapped her foot back under her own chair. When they looked up, the older man wasn"t looking at e
