Loving You (Love Wanted in Texas 6)

Walker pinched his brows together. “You stalked her.”

“Whatever. Call it what you want. The point is she slept with him and I know she regrets it.”

Walker pulled over to the side of the road and put the truck in park. “And how in the world do you know she regrets it?”

“After the guy left I stayed there for a while. Taylor opened her balcony door and sat out there for a bit and she . . . well . . . she cried the entire time. I wanted so badly to go to her.”

“Dude, why didn’t you?”

With a shrug of my shoulders, I replied, “I don’t know. She told me to leave and the last thing I wanted her to find out was that I had spent the night outside her apartment.”

“Stalking her.”

Clenching my teeth, I rolled my eyes. “I wasn’t stalking her!”

Maybe I was a little.

“Have you called her since?”

“Nah . . . I figured if she really wanted to talk to me she’d call. I’m always the one calling her and it’s clear she wants to move on.”

Walker reached for the gearshift and put it in Drive. “Jase, if there is one thing I learned from your sister it is that what you think women want is usually the exact opposite of what they want.”

“So you don’t think she really wanted me to leave?”

With a nod, he said, “I don’t. And when you did it probably made her angry and then that made her turn to this work guy. Clearly she didn’t want to be with him . . . or he hurt her in some way.”

The thought had me livid. “I’ll fucking kill him if he hurt her.”

“Down boy,” Walker said with a chuckle and pulled back onto the highway. “I think if things are meant to be with this girl they’ll work themselves out, but you might have to push it along. Especially if she lives in Austin.”

With a gruff laugh, I nodded. “Yeah. It’s not like fate is going to have me run into her in Llano.”

“Never ever doubt fate, especially when she teams up with destiny.”

My heart felt so heavy as I smiled weakly.

“This is it.”

Dipping my head down, I glanced up at the sign.

Reynolds Breeding.

“Do they know we’re coming?”

Walker grunted. “Of course they do. Jesus, Jase. I’m not that unprofessional to just show up.”

With a shrug, I grinned and mumbled, “Just checking.”

As we pulled up, I couldn’t believe the massive house in front of me. “Wow. This place is nice.”

Throwing it in Park, Walker opened the truck door and jumped out. Walking around the front, he shook his head. “Damn. Reminds me of your parents’ house.”

“It’s fucking huge,” I said under my breath as the front door opened and an older man came walking out along with a younger guy.

“Walker Moore?” the older gentleman asked as he extended his hand.

“Yes, sir.” They shook hands as he replied, “Scott Reynolds. This is my son-in-law, Colt Mathews.”