Chapter 21: The Misplaced Foot

No doubt about it-that dainty foot was Clara's. Wherever her toes brushed, Mario Walton tingled. Clara kept peeling shrimp as if nothing were happening, then slipped the glistening shrimp between her lips and gave it a gentle suck, ending with a soft pop. The sound was wickedly inviting. He was stirred at once. With that soft little foot kneading away under the table, his little soldier snapped to attention. Nancy stole a curious glance at Clara, but didn't linger and kindly passed her a tissue. "Thanks,...