Enraged, Wes struggled to calm his breathing. His hands clenched at his sides; he’d never wanted to tear someone apart so badly in his life. Not even in his football days had he felt this rage out on the field. But this was so different. This was his daughter. And some middle-aged creep was sending her inappropriate messages and pictures? Some of the messages were from Monday, when she’d left for camp. This must be what had been bothering her. She’d been receiving these disturbing messages but had been too worried to tell him.

He paced in front of the gate, his shoes kicking up the dirt at a breakneck pace. What did he do? Did he respond to the guy? Block the number, obviously. Was there a way to block any incoming messages? Right now, he was tempted to destroy the phone. This creep had found Marissa’s contact information on her app. Her personal information was out there. To be exploited by assholes like this one.

He swallowed hard, but his heart was still in his throat. If she’d had her phone that day and had seen these images…

Seeing Sarah’s car approach, his anger dissipated slightly. She’d made it. Good, someone to talk this through with. Calm him down before he threatened to find this guy and beat the life out of him. But then his anger returned. Unfortunately, she was also to blame for these messages on his daughter’s phone. She’d helped Marissa get this app online in the first place, when Wes had always been against his daughter being active on the internet.

She climbed out of the car and rushed toward him, pulling on her sandals as she went. “I made it!” she said, stumbling over the gravel. “I think I may have a few photo radar tickets in my future, but I’m here!” Her wide smile faded, seeing his expression. “Hi?”

He forced a breath, but it caught in his chest, not making it to his lungs. “Hey…I, um…” How did he even start this conversation? What exactly did he say? He cleared his throat. “So, Marissa’s been getting these.” He handed her the phone. It wasn’t pleasant to look at, but if Marissa had had to endure them, Sarah should see them, too. See the danger she’d opened his daughter up to.

Sarah frowned as she took the phone; then her hand covered her mouth as she saw the images. “Oh my God.”

He nodded, his arms folded across his chest. He was practically vibrating out of his skin right now. If the guy were standing in front of him, he couldn’t be held accountable for his actions. For the first time in his life, he understood the insanity plea.

“This person is disgusting. How did he even get her number?”