Finding You (Page 62)


Hearing my father’s truck move up further next to Noah, I slid off his dick and managed to move my body to where it looked like I was laying against the passenger side door sleeping.”

Noah laughed and said, “This is why I’m marrying you. You’re fast on your feet.”

Smiling, I kept my head down so it would appear I was sleeping. My father honked the horn to get Noah’s attention.

“Oh hey there, Grace’s dad, who is driving along next to me while my dick is exposed. At least the sight of your dad made it go down.”

Busting out laughing, I slowly sat up and appeared to look like I just woke up. Turning to look, I fought like hell not to laugh. Noah had been waving as my dad was waving back. Pointing in front of him, he mouthed something.

“What . . . what did he say?” Noah asked.

Panic raced through my body as I dug through my purse for my phone. Hitting his number I waited for him to answer.

“Hey, Grace. Are y’all headed home for lunch?”

“Um . . . well Noah needed to shower and I needed to grab something that was at the house for the display window we’re working on for the Fourth of July.”

“How awesome. Should I stop by and visit?”

“No!” I shouted. My father had already pulled ahead of Noah and was now in front of us.


“Why not?”

Swallowing hard, I tried to think quickly. “Well, I’m just going to grab the little stool and then head back in my car.”

“Want me to drive you back? That way, Noah can come get you in his truck.”

“Awe, Daddy, you’re so sweet, but that’s okay.”

Hearing him let out a breath, he finally said, “Well, do you think I’m going to get to spend some time with you before I lose you to Noah?”

My heart broke as I heard the sadness in his voice. “Oh, Daddy. You’re not losing me to Noah.”

Noah looked over at me and smiled as he took my hand and kissed the back of it.

“I am, Grace. He’s taking my little girl from me and there isn’t a damn thing I can do about it.”

Feeling a sense of warmth rush through my body, I said, “How about this. You and I spend the entire day together tomorrow.”

“Will you go fishing?”

Letting out a chortle, I said, “Yes. I’ll even go fishing with you.”

“The whole day? You and me. No Noah at all?”

Peeking over to Noah, I smiled and said, “Yes, Daddy. You and me, and no Noah.”

“Hey,” Noah said playfully with a pout that had me instantly turned on again.

“Okay. It’s a deal. Then dinner at our house, and I guess that little bastard can come too.”

Shaking my head, I reached over and played with Noah’s dick again as his eyes grew wider. “Dinner at the house with you and Mom. Got it. Love you, Daddy.”

“Love you back, baby girl. Do me a favor, put Noah on the phone.”

The fact that my father just busted out and asked to speak with Noah should have had me worried, but I figured he was going to give Noah hell about the wedding coming up. “Okay, here he is.” Handing the phone to Noah, I said, “He wants to talk to you.”

Noah pushed my hand off his dick as I giggled and pouted. Taking the phone from me, Noah said, “Hey Jeff, what’s up?”

Noah’s face instantly turned white as he let his foot off the gas some before applying pressure again.

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?”