Savannah had been so lost to her own thoughts that CJ's approach went entirely unnoticed. She gave a jump, surprise flashing in her eyes, but then, her expression melted into a soft smile. There he was, her knight in shining armor and the one good thing about this trip so far.
When she realized he was looking at her boots, she held one dainty foot out. Of course, in such boots, her feet looked anything but dainty. These were the sorts of boots horror movies often showed taking out eyes or piercing feet.
A witty come-back should have been on the tip of her tongue, but, instead, all she could think to say was, "They're designer." Whether it was the headache or the drink or both, she wasn't quite on her game tonight.
Instinctively, rather than embarrass herself, she decided to turn the conversation on him. "Whatcha up to?" As long as he did all the talking, she would be relatively safe. Or so she hoped.