15 Chapter 15

“But what we got Colin is definitely made in Oz,” Bruce said, setting a box down beside Colin.

Martin started to get up, but Bruce encouraged him to stay where he was.

Colin made quick work of unwrapping that gift, too. “Boots? Oh wow. They’re beautiful, but they must have cost a fortune. We didn’t get you—”

“Don’t even start with that. You’re my nephew, and Bruce’s, uh, nephew-in-law, so you deserve the best riding boots we could find.”

Colin handed one of the boots to Martin to examine. Martin was glad he was kneeling as it helped hide his erection. The boot felt wonderfully soft, but strong. The stitching felt as though it had been done by hand. And the smell. It was heavenly, spoke to Martin of long rides in the saddle, of walks across a paddock of…

“We got you a similar pair, too,” Bruce said, setting another box next to Martin.

“Oh, wow, thanks.” Martin raised his head to where he assumed Bruce was standing. “I don’t know what to say.”