Shifting Perspectives

"Thanks for bringing that out for us," Fynn said.

"That's all right. It was nice to have a walk around the property and see how it's all come together for you," Oliver responded from inside the back of the van as he helped carry the meat inside.

"I'm sorry I couldn't get out there this week. Fergus is waiting for a part for the ute, and Kyran and Aden are using the other two vehicles."

"It's no worries," Oliver assured him, meaning it.

They walked into the kitchen together, and Oliver again admired it as he had done earlier on his tour. It was beautiful; the brothers had done a good job. Oliver could hear a rumble in the study as he walked past this time, and wondered who was home.

In the kitchen, Oliver placed the last of the order on the bench for Fynn and moved to the door to head back out, starting to make his goodbyes.

"Not leaving us so soon, are you?" a deep voice asked.

Oliver turned and immediately lost himself into the most intense pair of eyes he had ever seen, entranced by the amber color.

"Uh... umn... nahar..." was all Oliver could stammer. This man was obviously the source of the rumble Oliver had heard from the study, and of course Oliver, standing in front of the one man he would have liked to actually impress, managed to become tongue-tied.

"'Course he's not, you just didn't give me time to tell him he was here for dinner whether he liked it or not," Oliver heard Fynn respond as if from far away.