She couldn’t think straight with him staring at her like that, all brooding and quiet intensity.
Clearing her throat, she attempted to start a conversation, even though the movie played softly in the background.
“Is Wes short for Wesley?” Where she found the courage to ask him that she wasn’t sure. She assumed it had to be, but it was like he’d said, they hadn’t really talked before, not unless it was about his sister or Fenn.
He held out a hand palm up, and she set the cufflinks into his hand. “Yes. Wesley. It’s a family name. My grandfather’s.”
“Really? Did you know him?” She’d been too young to remember either set of her grandparents before they’d passed away.
Wes pocketed his cufflinks and smiled. It was a small smile, but very warm and almost sweet. In the short span of time she’
