Whenever he looks at Arthur and finds Arthur looking at him too, Shae can’t help smiling like a lovestruck fool. “You’re cheerful today,” Arthur says, grinning right back. “Any good news to share?” Shae tries to compose his expression, and fails spectacularly. “Oh, you know. It’s just such lovely weather.” Arthur reaches out and takes his hand, lacing their fingers together. He doesn’t flinch when he touches silver, and Shae’s palm throbs with the contact. “You’re right,” he murmurs, pulling Shae’s hand up. “The weather’s gorgeous.”
