“No, but I did just hear all about it.” Tears glistened in Harper’s eyes before she quickly wiped them away. “I’ll do whatever I can to make sure she’s safe. I’ve already lined up placement with a couple I’d trust with my life.”

“I’m getting her a cell phone. You need to make sure she can have access to it and that the foster parents won’t take it away.”

“I think that is a great place to start to make Zoe feel safe. She has a fondness for you and your friend, Kenna. She talked about you both quite a bit. She trusts you.”

A mixture of warmth and pain filled my chest. Pride and terror. I’d do whatever it took to make sure this little girl was safe. “We care about her.”

Harper nodded. “That much is clear. She’s lucky to have you both.”

My shoulders relaxed a fraction. “I’m sorry I was such an ass.”

“Understatement,” Parker muttered.

Harper gave me a small smile. “It’s all right. You’re protective. Zoe needs people like you in her life.”

My phone buzzed in my pocket. Sliding it out, I stole a quick glance at the screen. “Sorry, I need to take this really quick.”

“Go right ahead,” Harper said. “We have a few minutes before I need to take Zoe to the Wilsons.”

I hated the idea of Zoe being shuffled off to yet another foster home, but it wasn’t like I could take her. “I want to meet them.”

“Sure, you can come with us if you want,” Harper offered.

I gave a jerk of my chin and then stepped away to answer my still-ringing phone. “Jones, what’s up?”

Michael Jones was a clerk at the courthouse. We’d bonded over rock climbing, and he sometimes passed along tidbits of information he overheard in the halls. “I got something you might be interested in.”

“What’s that?”

“That douchebag lawyer, the one you stole a lot of clients from on Anchor?”

I groaned. “I didn’t steal them. They sought me out. But, yeah.”

“Whatever, man. Anyway, he was chatting with this preppy dude, and they were on their way to file some stuff. Contesting a will.” My body went rigid as Jones continued talking. “I heard a name. Harriet Abbot. That’s the sweet old lady who met you for lunch at the courthouse sometimes, right?”

“That’s the one.” My teeth ground together. “Do you know if they filed, or were they just discussing it?”

“I think they filed. I’m sorry, Crosby.”

I muttered a litany of curses that would’ve had Harriet smacking me for sure. “Not your fault. Thanks for the heads-up.”

“Anytime. Hey, you want to hit up Black Rock this weekend? Do some climbing?”

“Depends on what is about to blow up in my face.”

“I hear you. Let me know what you decide.”