He answered on the second ring.
“Are you all right?”
“I think someone is watching
us.”
His tone changed.
“Describe him.”
I did.
Dawson was silent for a moment.
“That may be a private investigator.”
“Ryan hired someone already?”
“Possibly. Or his mother did.”
I looked at Lily, who was crouched near the water, letting the waves chase her toes. Noah stood beside her, holding her hand.
“What do I do?”
“Stay in public. Take photographs if you can do so discreetly. I’ll contact local counsel and security for the building. Don’t engage.”
My voice dropped.
“Can they take the children?”
“No,” Dawson said firmly. “The custody provisions Ryan signed are clear. You have primary physical custody. He has scheduled visitation pending relocation review, and he waived objection to temporary travel. He signed it.”
“He didn’t read it.”
“That was his choice.”
I closed my eyes.
