Colun's Passion (Alien Mates Book Four 4) Read Free Page B

that?”
    He grabbed his hair with his hand. It was pulled back with a leather tie. The feel of it pulling against his scalp reminded him he didn’t know how to talk to women. Coming over here was a mistake. Her soft hand on his made him release his hair and look down at her.
    “I just remembered something both Paige and Aviana said. They believe no woman should make snap judgments about what she could and couldn’t wear until she tried it on.
    “Is that your wife and daughter?”
    “I wasn’t fortunate to have a wife.” He tripped over the word when he wanted to say mate. “I also didn’t have any children, but I had the opportunity to raise a few males. Paige and Aviana are their mates.”
    She nodded knowing the term mate meant wife although she rarely heard anyone use it outside of books.
    “That’s why I think you should try on those shoes.” He crooked his arm for her and waited until she placed her hand on it before walking into the shoe store.
     
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    Earth to Sara, please come in for a landing. What the heck was she doing walking into a store with a male she didn’t know? A male who caught her tear, she reminded herself. If Annie could see her now she would be having a fit. What if he was a…a serial killer…a rapist…someone out to steal her life’s saving. Run now, she screamed at herself. Instead, she took a seat on the bench in the store and waited for one of the sales people to come over to help her.
    “I’d like to see this shoe in a size eight.” She held the high heeled sandal up to the saleswoman.
    The woman looked at her hair then dropped her eyes to her face before taking in her body.
    “If you’re sure?”
    “She’s sure.”
    Colun’s voice interrupted the stare down that was about to happen with the saleslady. Sara knew what she was telling her with no words. Lady, you're old; we have some other shoes in the corner that will hide your feet and make sure you don’t fall or break an ankle. Was she saying this because of Sara’s age? Not really, the woman simply subscribed to the worldview that somehow the older you were, the less likely you were able to be sexy. Unless of course, you were an actress. They were able to get old and still be sexy and wear their heels.
    Turning her head, she threw Colun a smile while the saleswoman went to retrieve the shoes.
    “Do you see any others you like?”
    “Lots of them, but the heels are the only ones I want to try on today.”
    “Is that why you came to the mall to buy shoes?”
    “That was part of it.” How could she tell him she was tired of hiding from the world in her house? She might be older, but she wasn’t dead. She still had life in her and wanted to enjoy it before the time came when she would have to leave this plane forever.
    “Here you go, ma’am.”
    The saleswoman handed her the box before walking away. Sara looked at the size eight on the box remembering a time when all she wanted to do was wear a six or a seven. To be feminine meant to have little feet. Now it didn’t matter much, like her age. She would always be a female no matter the size of her feet or the age of her body.
    She slid on the little socks from the store before taking the shoes out of the box. They were gorgeous. They were only about three-inch heels. Really that wasn’t a big deal, but the colors seemed to twist and turn making them look almost magical. Bending over she put them on, and stood taking her time to get her balance. It had been a while since she wore a heel. Annie’s wedding was the last time. After that, she retired heels and went with flats…because she was getting old. She gave a nice laugh, already that thinking was receding, and she was beginning to feel younger.
    Taking a deep breath, she walked up the aisle when she turned to come back she caught the appreciation in Colun’s eyes. Oh hell yeah, she was buying these shoes even if she never saw him again.
    Sitting down she took the shoes off, before putting on the