Chapter 24
Ulanain worked at the laces of his doe-skin boots with aching fingers. For ten full minutes, he had been trying to work the hard leather into a flexible enough form to allow his foot inside, but the boot continued to refuse him. With a curse, he slammed the damned thing four times into the white marble of the bedroom floor until the boot lip began to give just the slightest bit.
“Boots today?” Vivianna asked, leaning her nakedness over his own bare shoulder to rest herself on him. “Those do look awfully sturdy.”
“They aren’t supposed to be.” Ulanain sat up straighter in his chair and flexed the boot between his hands as best as he was able. “The man who I got these from said doeskin was supposed to be as workable as silk.”
“Ulanain.” Vivianna leaned into his ear to whisper h
