all grown up.”
“Yeah, and someone killed Reginald. Now that the world knows you’re related to him, you could be in danger.”
He pushed his shoulders back. “I can take care of myself.”
“I’m sure Reginald thought he could take care of himself, as well. Be careful.”
“I will.”
This time when Ruby climbed into her car, she drove away, leaving Noah staring after her.
His life felt surreal. He’d been talking to his mother all afternoon, and she was a stranger.
He wished he could talk to Emmaline, the woman who’d raised him as her son. When the DNA results had been confirmed, she’d disappeared. How could she hide at a time like this? Noah had so many questions only she could answer.
But then she’d kept a stolen baby that belonged to her brother, hiding the secret for thirty-seven years. It would explain why she’d isolated him from the rest of her family for so long. There had to be a law against doing that. When she’d been found out, she probably ran, afraid of going to prison.
His mind was churning and he didn’t want to go home. He surveyed the scene below him. The bistro was perched on a hill overlooking the beautiful harbor town of San Diego, and Noah thought of Rachel.
She lived in the city, only a few short minutes away. After he’d kissed her that afternoon, Noah wondered if she’d want to see him again. She calmed his soul at the same time she stoked the flames of desire.
The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to see her. Perhaps she could help him make sense of his life. Even if she couldn’t, he wanted to explore where their relationship was going. One kiss wasn’t enough with Rachel.
Digging his cell phone out of his pocket, he entered her number and waited.
She picked up on the second ring. “Hi, Noah? Did you have a nice visit with Ruby?”
“I did.” He ran his fingers through his hair, his pulse pounding in his veins. He’d never asked Rachel out on a date, having felt he wasn’t in her social stratosphere. She might still consider him nothing more than the hired help and turn him down. But if he didn’t ask, he’d never know. “Look, I’m still in town. Would you like to have dinner with me?”
“As in a date?”
Noah drew in a deep breath and let it out. “Yes.”
She laughed. “I thought you’d never ask. I’d love to have dinner with you, but let me do the cooking. You can come to my place. I grill a mean steak.”
“I didn’t mean for you to have to cook.”
“I love to cook. So is it settled? You’re coming to my place.”
“When?”
“Two hours.”
“Good, I have a few errands to run while I’m in town.” His heart lighter than it had been in days, he smiled into the phone. “I’ll see you then.”
His world might have turned upside down, but the one person he knew he could count on and trust was Rachel.
“Why didn’t you tell him over the phone?” Landry Adair asked.
Rachel glanced around her beautiful apartment, decorated with homey touches and cheerful artwork, unlike the estate she’d grown up in only a few miles away. The home her parents left her was large, sprawling, lavishly decorated and made her feel achingly lonely. She only lived there when she entertained others of the socially elite.
Any other time she stayed in her apartment in a quaint, older section of San Diego. The apartment was just the right size for a single woman.
Realizing that she was stalling, Rachel sighed.
“Like I said, I started to tell him while we were out riding, but...well I got sidetracked.” He’d kissed her and every thought of telling him that she’d been spying on him had flown out of her head. By the time she could think again, they were back at the barn and his mother was there. “And I refuse to tell him over the telephone. I’ll tell him tonight.”
“At least we made good progress on the plans for Elizabeth’s baby shower. Don’t forget, we need to get together soon with Georgia to finalize them. Why don’t you come out to the ranch later this evening?”
Rachel knew they needed to finish planning, but she had a different commitment for the evening. “Noah’s coming to my apartment tonight.”
“That’s interesting.” Landry’s bright blue eyes sparkled as she swept the long brown hair with the soft gold highlights back from her forehead. “How’d that come about?”
“He asked me out to dinner. I thought it would be better if we had dinner at my place.”
“I didn’t know you two were dating.”
“We weren’t. This is a first. I could have gone out to a restaurant with him, but just couldn’t. If he gets angry, and we’re here alone, it’s just me, not a roomful of strangers staring.”
Landry chuckled. “And if he walks out, you don’t have to worry about finding a ride home.”
“Something like that.” Rachel paced across the floor of her living room, her cell phone pressed to her ear. The sun shone bright through the ground-level windows of her town house apartment. The sky was crystal clear and the harbor, with the mix of motorboats and sailboats, couldn’t have been more beautiful. Still, those things didn’t hold her attention. All she could think about was the fact she had to tell Noah that she had been spying on him for Landry and her brothers.
Georgia Mason, Carson’s fiancée, had been the one to notice the similarity between her stepmother’s and Noah’s facial structures and cleft chins. Until she’d pointed it out, none of them had seen it. They knew Noah as their cousin. Landry, Whit and Carson had decided it would be best to keep an eye on him. If he was the long-lost son Reginald Adair had been searching for almost four decades, had he known and was he aware of the inheritance his father had left him? They wanted to be sure he wasn’t some gold digger looking for a way to claim money that didn’t belong to him.
When she’d hired Noah to give her riding lessons, Rachel didn’t know much about him. Spying on him seemed harmless and a way to help her friend and the family she cared so much about.
What she hadn’t counted on was falling in love with the kind and gentle man who knew his way around horses more than he did around humans. He was patient with the animals, and with her and all her questions. She hadn’t told him she already knew how to ride, pretending she’d only done so on the rare occasion and that she was nervous around the large animals.
They’d ride out for hours, several times a week, stopping to rest by the creek she’d found him skinny-dipping in earlier that day. God, she’d wanted to join him, to feel his naked body against hers.
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