"Why did you sleep in the same room?" Tammy asked.

She was an expert at picking up on key details like that.

"We were in the middle of a storm," Avery said. "It's not like I could just kick him out."

"I see. Did you share a bed? How could you let him into your bed this easily? All it took was a storm for him to get his way?! Where is the effort he needs to put in?!"

Avery froze for a moment, then said, "We didn't do anything… Well, he didn't exactly do nothing—"

"I knew he did something…"

Avery had a feeling that the conversation was heading in a strange direction and quickly said, "It's not what you think, Tammy! He just— He washed… my… feet…"

She did not want to tell Tammy this, but when she saw Tammy's seething glare, she had no choice. Tammy was an intimidating lady!

Tammy chuckled delightfully and said, "Way to go, Mr. Foster! Not only can those noble hands of his earn money, but they can also wash a woman's feet! Is this ability to endure humiliation and roll with the pu