Clay Tibor loves a wicked French heel, but not when the shoe is attached to a dead body sprawled on the floor of the shoe shop where he’s working. Two weeks ago, the owner of the shop passed away, and Clay now works for his son, Nathan. Nathan might be hot, but he knows nothing about shoes. Clay wished it was his biggest problem, but shoe ignorance is a mere inconvenience compared to being accused of murder.

Nathan’s brother, who is technically co-owner of the shoe shop, is a cop who is convinced Clay did it. To increase his chances of having a proper alibi should something else happen, Clay would do best to stay glued to Nathan’s side twenty-four-seven. Right?