“You’re prettier than your pictures online,” he said out of the blue. I laughed. “Wow. Did you just give me a compliment?” “You are. I wasn’t that impressed when I saw your pictures.” I grunted. I’d never seen Demitri before the day I met him. There were no pictures of him on Elliot’s Facebook page. I’d looked. Searched high and low. I’d found it odd. Had even questioned it once, but all Elliot had said was that he liked to keep his personal life private. “So you were looking for me online, then?” I asked. He moved his hand around in the bowl. Made a face that said he wished he hadn’t done that. “I have something I can wrap your wrist with,” I told him. “Later,” he said. “And, no, I wasn’t looking for you online. You commented on one of Elliot’s posts. So I decided to look through your profile.” “So, you knew about me and Elliot, then?” “Not at the time. I just kept seeing a woman on his Facebook page flirting with him and him flirting back with her. I knew there wa