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if you deny it.”
    Great. Even his own flesh and blood was being coy about the matter. That couldn’t be good.
    Megan leaned back in her chair. “What do you want your username to be?”
    “Can it just be my name?” he asked.
    “Maybe,” she replied. “But there are literally millions of people on Instagram. It’s pretty likely that there’s already an Ashton Miller.”
    “Huh. Then maybe something from the radio show? Something Grace would say?”
    “Like SuchAnAsh?” Megan offered.
    “Yeah. Like that.”
    Megan picked up her phone and started typing. “It’s taken.”
    “Seriously? Then something that isn’t taken, then. I don’t care.”
    “Mmm-hmmmm.” Megan typed away on his phone for about two minutes before sharing the screen with him. “For time’s sake I made your username UncleAsh, which is totally creepy to anyone but me, by the way. You can change it to any other unused name at any time, though. But do it quick. Once your station publicizes the name, people will be looking for it.”
    “Gotcha. Now what?”
    “Now we follow Grace,” Megan said, searching Grace out and pulling up her account before Ash fully understood the process he’d just watched. She turned the phone so he could see it. “This is Grace’s feed, and she posts a lot. A lot of fashion and shoes, plus she does selfies with anyone she spends time with during the day. Like the interview with the governor she did for tonight’s segment? She posted a picture of herself with him at noon to promo it.”
    Great. Now even his niece was preaching to him about the merits of social media. There didn’t seem to be a way to win the argument against it. It was time to join the dark side.
    Megan handed him the phone. “So I’m going to let you scroll down her feed, and you tell me when you get to the picture you’re supposed to respond to.”
    Well, it definitely wasn’t the picture of high heels he was currently looking at. They were cute and all, but not worth taking a picture of. Ashton scrolled down and saw a picture of Grace in a dressing room wearing a dress that was about six inches shorter than the ones she wore to work every day. The caption read: This dress is calling my name.
    Yes, it most definitely was.
    If Megan hadn’t been watching him, Ash would have studied the dress and the body inside it a bit longer; but he had his young audience to consider, so he scrolled down again and froze.
    “Ah,” his niece said knowingly. “You reached it.”
    He sure had. The picture currently on the screen was an over-the-shoulder shot Grace had apparently taken of him earlier that day as they’d walked down the hall to Frank’s office. Grace’s shoulder and a lock of her hair was in the foreground, but in the background was a clear shot of his eyes focused right where her butt would be in front of him as they walked down the hall.
    How had Grace even gotten that shot? She been walking and looking at her phone the entire time. Yet Ash could clearly see the bronze of her shoulder paired with the pink strap of her dress from earlier that day. And there he was in his clothes from the fishing segment—his eyes staring right at Grace’s backside. There was no denying it. His eyes were locked on target while a whisper of a smile played at his lips.
    Well, crap.
    Ash glanced below the picture and saw that it had 4,276 hearts and over 736 comments.
    Well, double crap. He wasn’t an expert on social media, by any means, but that seemed like a lot of hearts and comments.
    “Read the caption,” Megan prompted him.
    Ash glanced down below the stats.
    Is it sexual harassment if he only looks when he thinks you won’t notice?
    Oh, man. she had nailed it, but Ashton had a more pressing question on his mind: How long had Grace known that he always let her leave the sound booth first just so he could follow her out? He’d been doing it for two years and she’d never said anything. But had she always noticed? Noticed, but not said