He glanced up at Audrey and saw that her tongue was tucked into the right side of her cheek, the way it always was when she was focusing, so he turned his attention back to his phone, pulling up Instagram to see just how ridiculous he looked in the photo.

She hadn’t posted yet, still doing whatever she did that made her photos look far more impressive than he’d thought a camera phone capable of. Killing time, he mindlessly scrolled through photos of friends’ happy hours and workouts and a couple of taillights with the usual griping about the city’s rush hour traffic.

The photos more or less blurred together, until one in particular caught his attention.

Clarke had been idly leaning back in his chair, but he slowly sat up straight, feeling his blood pressure rise at the photo of himself.

In the picture, Clarke was glaring down at his iPhone, wearing the exact suit he was wearing now, in the exact restaurant he was currently sitting in, drinking the exact martini he’d just taken a sip of. It had to have been taken within the past few minutes.

Clarke didn’t even have to see the handle to know which account it was. He’d started following @ScandalBoyNYC under a fake account the moment the twerp had started giving Audrey trouble. The guy hadn’t posted anything in the past couple of days relating to Audrey, but the text below the photo of him scowling made him see red.

How dare a complete stranger assess what he was thinking, what he was feeling, or dare to imply that Audrey could ever lose him.

He took a deep breath to fight for control, resisting the urge to look around the room to find out who the hell had crossed the line into such a blatant invasion of privacy.

Instead, he focused his energy on Audrey. Judging from her thoughtful look with her tongue still in her cheek, she was editing her photo or writing her caption and hadn’t yet seen the story.

Casually, as though he hadn’t a care in the world, Clarke set his phone aside, keeping his expression deliberately bored and reaching out to take a sip of his cocktail as though not in the least bit perturbed by what he’d just been viewing on his phone.

Relaxing his posture, he leaned forward slightly.

“Audrey.”

“Mmm,” she said distractedly, not looking up from her phone.

He resisted the urge to say her name more sharply, to let her know they were being watched. Having her full attention on her phone was not exactly selling them being madly in love.

He reached slowly across the table and touched her hand. She jerked in surprise, but he wrapped his fingers around hers, hoping no one noticed how startled she’d been to have her fiancé casually hold her hand.