“You two certainly make a handsome couple.” I was just about to ask Gideon about his relationship with O’Brien when a familiar lilt stole my words.
Mrs May-Tree was looking at us with a deceptively light expression – one-part curiosity and two-parts reservation. Like we were a science experiment she’d stumbled upon by chance. One that she wanted to dissect to find out how it worked but was simply too polite to do so.
“Mrs May-Tree!” I went to her, standing on my tip-toes to press an air kiss to her paper-think cheek. “How are you? It’s been ages since we’ve run into each other.”
Her gaze with pinned on Gideon, who didn’t offer her his own greeting save a tight smile.
Dark eyes flicking to me, she smiled. “When you get to my age, dear, you’ll find that you have to balance the perks
