"You just did, honey." I said softly, "More than you can know."

He gave me a sweet, 'aw shucks' grin, then went to work on my tired feet. Paul was pretty damned good with his hands. He'd been rubbing my shoulders for years and had made a remark to John that the girls loved his back rubs.

I slid further down into the couch and relaxed, taking him up on his offer to pamper me. I watched his fingers work their way across both my feet, the tips massaging the spot just under each toe.

My black stocking encased feet looked small in his large hands as I watched him...