THIRD POV
Jeffrey walked beside Irene, their fingers loosely intertwined. His thumb moved absently against the back of her hand as though he wasn’t entirely aware he was doing it.
Irene noticed the small gesture but didn’t comment on it. Her attention had shifted to his silence instead.
She glanced up at him after a moment.
“What? Don’t tell me you’re still thinking about my mom,” she said.
Jeffrey blinked slightly. “Oh, no... I’m not bothered about that anymore.”
“You’re thinking about something,” Irene said. “You get that look when you are.”
Jeffrey let out a small breath through his nose... then he smirked.
“Do I?”
“Yes,” Irene answered.
He gave a faint smile at that but didn’t deny it.
“There’s something I wanted to ask you,” he said.
Irene tilted her head slightly.
“About
