Finding You (Love Wanted in Texas 4)

Noah nodded his head and said, “Yep. Okay got it, thanks for taking care of that for me. Yes, sir. Bye.”

Handing me the phone back, Noah ran his hand through his hair and said, “Holy fucking hell. I can’t believe this shit.”

Pinching my brows together, I asked, “What’s wrong?”

Noah pulled down our driveway and stopped at our gate as he hit the button and waited for it to open. “I need a second, Grace.”

Once the gate opened, he hit the gas and flew down the driveway. The entire time he kept mumbling something over and over again.

As we approached our house, I saw a car parked in our driveway. “Who is that and how did they get in?”

Noah stopped the truck behind the white Mercedes and let out a deep breath. “Your dad let her in.”

Turning to look at Noah, I asked, “Well who in the hell is she?”

Closing his eyes, Noah said, “The girl I dated before you.”

Feeling a lump in my throat, I turned and looked back toward the house. A girl with blonde hair that was pulled back in a ponytail stood on our front porch. “The girl you dated in high school and college?”

Noah grabbed my hands and pulled on them to get me to look at him. “Yes. Your dad drove by and saw her sitting outside the gate trying to dial to see if anyone was home. He let her in after she told him who she was. Jeff said he left me a message on my cell phone.”

“Why would my dad let some stranger in, Noah? Regardless if she told him she dated you, that doesn’t make sense.”

Noah’s eyes flashed back over to the blonde and then back to me. “She told him she was looking for her old fiancé, tracked him down and found out he lived here. Then she told him my name.”

My mouth dropped open as I pulled my hands from Noah’s. “You bastard. You were engaged to her?”

“Wait, Grace, you don’t understand and you need to let me explain all of this, after I find out what she wants.”

Turning back to her, my heart raced. Holy shit. Please don’t let the past be showing up on my doorstep.

Pushing the door to the truck open, I jumped out and headed to toward the blonde.

I could hear Noah trying to get out of the truck. He probably remembered his pants were undone and that’s why he was further behind than I was.

Walking up to the steps, I plastered on a fake smile. “Howdy. May I ask who you are and what you’re doing on my front porch?”

The blonde’s smile faded some, as she quickly looked at Noah who was now coming up behind me.

“Jade. What in the world are you doing here?”

Jade. Ugh what a trampy name.

Jade quickly looked to me and then back to Noah. “Noah, I’ve been trying to locate you ever since I got your letter about your mother.”

Letter? Holy hell. Noah had talked to her recently? Why didn’t he tell me? What reason would he have keeping it a secret?

Balling my fists up, I tried not to read into this too much. This is what happened last time. I read the entire situation wrong.

“Um . . . Jade, what’s going on? Why in the world would you need to track me down?”

A million things went through my head. She’d had Noah’s baby. Or maybe she had some sexually transmitted disease and she had to tell him about it. Maybe she wanted him back and him sending her a letter gave her hope?

Jade took a step closer to Noah and asked, “Is there somewhere we can talk . . . alone?”

Oh, she didn’t. She. Did. Not. That . . . that . . . bitch!

Keeping my cool, I slowly let out a breath and said, “I’ll just step inside and take care of some things that needed taken care of a few minutes ago.”