A Taste of Jealousy

Avery

I moved to the living area and sat on one of the couches, kicking off my heels with a grateful sigh. My feet ached after hours in those torture devices.

Declan watched me with an unreadable expression. "Better?"

"Much," I admitted, wiggling my toes. "Those shoes were killing me."

"Why wear them, then?"

"Because they look good with this dress, and looking good is part of the job when attendin