“Well, it feels later than it is,” Colin protested. “I must still have some jet lag.”
Martin sighed, there was no changing his man, and he wouldn’t want to.
He played his trump card. “Your gifts are in Matt and Bruce’s room…so you’ll have to wait until they get up before you can have them.”
“Them, as in more than one?” Colin sounded excited. “And why did you put them in there?”
“They’re there because I knew they would be safe from inquisitive fingers.”
Over the years Martin had had to be quite inventive about where he hid Colin’s gifts as his husband was likely to go looking in the backs of rarely visited cupboards for a drill or other piece of equipment he didn’t really need to use.
“Then it’s a good job I asked Uncle Matt last night if he wouldn’t mind getting up early today to hel
