Making a Scene

“What’s wrong?” he asked, feigning calmness.

She shrugged, shifting in her seat. “You’ve been distracted since we got here. I was just—wait. I know that guy.”

Tristan’s throat went dry.

“Who?”

“That guy with the grey shirt over there,” she said, nodding subtly in Declan’s direction. “Isn’t he Vivienne’s new man?”

Tristan gave a lazy shrug, bringing his glass to his lips. “I don’t know, Hun. I have