Dani ended the call and was about to tell Diesel about it, but he was readjusting Joshua on his shoulder so that he could bang away on his laptop. He was digging deeper into the casino’s network. He’d told her that much.

Which leaves LJM Industries and the Mastersons for me. Marcus’s search the night before had revealed that Wesley was a cop with Cleveland PD and Grant was an accountant. She’d start with the cop. He was unlikely to be at his desk—Deacon, Adam, and Scarlett rarely were—but she hoped the switchboard would be able to connect her to Wesley Masterson’s cell.

Taking herself into the room she shared with Diesel, she sat on the bed and fired up her own laptop, Googling the number for the Cleveland PD switchboard. She expected that her request to be connected with Detective Wesley Masterson would net her either the guy’s cell or his voice mail, so she was surprised when a woman answered.

“This is Detective Tracy Simon. How can I help you?”

“I’m not sure,” Dani said. “I’d like to speak with Detective Masterson.”

“He’s out of the office. Can I take a message?”

Dani blinked at her curt reply. “When do you expect him to return?”

A beat of hesitation. “This is his partner. Can I ask who’s calling?”

“My name is Dr. Dani Novak. I’m calling from Cincinnati on a personal matter. Can you have him call me when he gets back?” She gave the woman her cell phone number, knowing that Adam had her phone in his possession and would let her know if she had any missed calls.

“Of course,” Detective Simon said. “Thank you for calling.”

Dani ended the call and frowned. “That was weird,” she muttered.

“What was?” Diesel asked from the doorway. He wasn’t carrying Joshua anymore.

“Where’s Joshua?”

“I just put him to bed.”

“Did your arms finally get tired?” she asked.

Diesel looked offended. “My arms did not get tired.” Offense gave way to sheepishness. “I needed to swear at my computer. I didn’t want him to hear.”

She smiled at him. “Good call, then, putting him to bed.”

He came over to sit on the bed next to her. “You got the ball rolling at CPS?”

“I did. Maddie’s going to pull strings to fast-track my paperwork.”

“Good.” He leaned in to kiss her mouth and she hummed against his lips.

“I like this.”

“Told you,” he said smugly.

“No,” she replied primly. “You said you could make me happy. Which you are.”

“Good.” He kissed her again until they were both breathless. He pulled away, adjusting himself, which made her even more absurdly happy. “So what was weird?” he asked.