Once, when I'd needed to meet Daniel to deliver a warning from Jeremy, I'd worn two-inch heels and had quite enjoyed the sensation of talking down to Daniel, until he told me how sexy I looked. Since then he'd never seen me in anything but my oldest, grubbiest sneakers.
Kelley Armstrong (2012). “Werewolves: Book One: Bitten, Stolen and Beginnings”, p.543, Vintage Canada
