“I’m helping you with your boots tonight,” Jack growled after Oliver had set the horses in motion. Oliver was silent long enough that Jack knew he had made his meaning clear. “Is that so?” “It most definitely is.” Jack fixed his eyes on the road ahead. “But what if I don’t want help with my boots?” Jack didn’t need to turn his head to know that Oliver was smiling as he spoke. “What if I prefer a servant to assist me?” Jack snorted. “If after less than two days in a sleepy village you’ve managed to find someone willing to do what I have in mind, I’ll tip my cap to you.”
