He did something with my phone, and I heard the whoosh of texts being sent. Then Mason handed the device back to me. “He’s going to try to trace the number.”

“I hope it’s my dad.”

Mason pulled me in close again as if he couldn’t bear even that little bit of separation between us. “Why do you say that?”

“If it’s him, then we’ll have even more evidence for the court.” I’d take any harassment if it meant I got Justin and Lyla.

He pressed his lips to the top of my head. “We’re going to get custody. We won’t stop until we do.”

God, I hoped he was right. But something told me that my dad wouldn’t stop. And I knew how vicious he could be.

23

MASON

Justin took a running leap and cannonballed into the pool. Anna laughed as the water splashed her. Justin’s head broke the surface. “What do I get?”

Anna pressed a single finger to her perfect lips in an exaggerated thinking gesture. “Eight and a half.”

“Aw, man,” he muttered, swimming over to the side of the pool. He looked up at Juliette and me. “What about you guys?”

I grinned. “The belly flop was better. I say seven.”

Justin flicked water in my direction. “You lie. You’re just jealous you can’t beat me in a cannonball competition.”

“I think it’s at least a nine. Justin’s right, big brother, you’re just jealous,” Juliette said, peeking out from under the wide brim of her sun hat. She’d been on better behavior today, and I had to hope that Jules had heard what I’d said at dinner last night and was getting her act together. But Anna was still giving her a wide berth, and I didn’t blame her.

“We’ll just have to see about that.” I stood, pulling off my t-shirt.

Lyla cheered from the shallow end. “Then will you throw me?”

“You know it.” Just as I was about to head for the pool, my phone rang on the side table. I stole a quick glance and swiped it up. “Hey, Dante.”

“That number came back.”

No time for pleasantries with Dante, he was always straight to business.

“And?”

“It’s a Google Voice number. I tried to get some information on it, but it’s all smoke and mirrors. I’ve got nothing.”

I grabbed the back of my neck and squeezed, trying to keep my expression blank. “I appreciate you doing what you could.”

“Forward me any other texts that appear. I want to keep a record for my profile.”

“Will do.”

Dante hung up without another word. When he was done, he was gone.

Anna climbed to her feet, moving towards me. “What did he say?”