Chapter 11

“Oh, a hunk from the colonies. How butch,” the man simpered.

Matt stood up; his looming presence had the desired effect—the man left.

Colin then gave his uncle a brief outline of why he and Martin weren’t getting along. However, the loud music and constant touching soon irked him, and he was forced to give up the idea of talking things over in the pub.

* * * *

The drive back to Kilburn was spent with Colin further unburdening his heart. Matt listened attentively, but was careful not to offer an opinion. Matt was well used to carrying a large dose of guilt around himself, Colin was unwittingly reawakening memories, which Matt would have preferred to leave undisturbed.

* * * *

After witnessing the touching reunion of his father and uncle, Colin went upstairs to his old room, where he found Martin dozing on the bed, still dressed.

“Sweetheart, I’m back.” Colin greeted his man with a kiss.

Martin groaned and sat up. “What time is it?” he yawned.