Krista’s heels click-clacked obnoxiously against the hard floor, and she loved it. Pierce hated the sound her heels made, and he always punished her for it. Never mind, he was the one who bought me those damned shoes and always demanded I wear them, she thought bitterly. Kevin didn’t mind the heels; he always told her the sound reminded him of his clogging days.
A smile came to her face as she thought of her second husband. He was a wonderful man. He was everything Pierce was not, including human. It was beautiful loving someone who loved you in return.
“Mrs. Winters,” her secretary got her attention, “you’re 3 o’clock is in your office.”
“Thank you, Stephanie,” Krista smiled.
Krista sighed happily as she readied herself for whatever or whoever met her on the other side of her door. S
