He shook his head, and she explained. “It’s a newfangled fancy way of saying that I make money as a lifestyle blogger. Basically, I have a lot of Instagram followers, and companies pay me to utilize my reach, to attend their parties, and so on.”

“Clever. Are you working now?”

“Nope, this is purely a vacation,” she said. “Though once my friends get back, I’ll probably coax one of them into taking a picture of me. I try not to go more than a day without posting a photo to keep people engaged.”

“I could do it. Take the picture, I mean.”

Audrey lifted her eyebrows, “You want to take a photo of me?”

“Sure, why not.” He set his laptop aside and held out his hand. “Give me your phone.”

“Um, all right.” She shrugged and picked up her phone from the side table near her elbow.

“So how does this work. I just… point and shoot?”

“Well, ideally I’d have had time to go back to my room for lipstick,” she said with a laugh.

He took a picture.

“Hey!” She laughed again as he took yet another picture.

“That is not how this works,” she said, grinning as she leaned forward to grab the phone. “I have to pose. Maybe by the fire…”

He took another photo, just as Audrey grabbed the phone, giving him a chiding look, then laughing even harder as she looked at the handful of photos.

“These are terrible! My mouth is open in all of them!”

“People like candid photos,” he said with an unrepentant grin.

“Not when they can see my molars!”

Still, she locked her phone instead of deleting them straightaway. He was Jarod Lanham after all.

“So, Mr. Lanham—”

“Jarod,” he corrected. “I’ve seen your molars, remember. I think we’re on a first-name basis.”

“All right then, Jarod. Tell me—”

“Dree.”

Audrey jolted and looked up, surprised to see that in the time since Jarod had sat down, the lodge had grown crowded and noisy with skiers coming in for a midday lunch break, including her group of friends.

And her fiancé.

Clarke was hovering over her, looking both irritable and a little unsure of himself. She met his gaze and narrowed her eyes slightly in a silent challenge. Where’s Elizabeth?

He narrowed his eyes back, then turned toward the man sitting across from her. “Hey. I’m Clarke. Audrey’s fiancé.”

Audrey looked up in surprise at Clarke’s hard profile, startled by the possessive note in his voice, the emphasis on the word fiancé. Her surprise shifted quickly into irritation. Um, no. He did not get to come in here acting like a jealous jerk after the way he’d been behaving.

Jarod seemed unperturbed by Clarke’s sharpness. He gave an easy grin and shook his hand. “Jarod Lanham.”