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The Gentle Cowboy

By: mermaid_girl



Dear Readers,

I am still working on the Jungle Man series. I have a few chapters that I am tweaking on Manolito and Clara. However, this story was something that I just wrote. It seemed to just flow and I went with it. I will not forget about my other story. Life has been hectic and now I am on a break with lots of time to devote to tying up loose ends. :)

Hope you enjoy Jake and Daisy.

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The Gentle Cowboy

Jake McKean was done. Done fucking prostitutes. Done drinking himself to sleep because at night the demons came to visit. Done being lost and isolated. Done being without Daisy Jones. 

Daisy Jones: the dark-haired vixen that stole his heart in the third grade when she dared to steal his G.I. Joe after he pulled her pigtails.

He knew that he was a rough man. Being hard to get along with was one of his finer qualities.

But the truth was that Jake was a shell, a hollow man that saw nothing, heard nothing and felt nothing. Except Daisy. She was his light. His air.

It's time to start breathing, Jake thought. 

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Daisy was done. Done being underestimated. Done being played for a fool. Done hoping and wishing that stupid cowboys would grow up; because it was time to face it that they never would. Done waiting for Jake McKean to wake up and realize she loved him.

Jake McKean: the infuriating man that would not stop tormenting her and acting as though they were still in third grade.

 She had outgrown her pigtails dammit!

Daisy knew that she was no beauty. Knew that her strangely colored, purple-blue eyes and dark waist-length hair were her only claim to said beauty.

But still… just once, only one time in her life, would she like to see Jake look at her with half the love she felt for him.

But that was fantasy, and Daisy had learned long-ago that fantasy rarely intertwined with reality.

It was time to move on, Daisy thought, morosely.

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Tonight was it, thought an excited Daisy.

As she sat in front of her vanity and applied the right make-up that would make her look "passably pretty" as a certain rotten cowboy would taunt, Daisy thought about what she would do tonight.

I'm going to go to the dance with Derrick. Have loads of fun with a cute rancher. And tonight… tonight I will finally find out what all the hoop-da-la is about sex. Tonight Derrick Gowan would take her virginity. And good riddance.

At twenty-six it was embarrassing to still be holding on to that blasted thing.

When all her girlfriends would talk about it she just nodded her head and gave the right responses… she hoped.

Well, it must have worked, she sniffed, nobody has ever doubted it. Much.

But tonight that would change; she would no longer have to lie, she would no longer wait.

No, Daisy was done waiting for Jake McKean to charge up like a Knight-in-Shining-Armor and whisk her away from her problems while simultaneously giving her a mind-blowing orgasm.

She knew Jake couldn't do that when he had his own troubles to deal with. This angered her to no end because she wanted to help him, knew she could help him.

Stubborn, he's just too god-damn stubborn, she thought heatedly. Stupid cowboy.

Thinking about Jake reminded her of her own problems. Her family ranch was in trouble. Daisy's father, who she loved very much, was a good rancher but horrible businessman. He had run the ranch into deep debt and Daisy was afraid that she wouldn't be able to save her home. Other ranchers, including Jake, had come poking around, contemplating buying it. But Jake… he wouldn't stoop that low. He wouldn't take her home away from her.

Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, Daisy went back to applying a shear, red-tinted lip gloss to her lips; she was finished. 

Looking in her mirror was a mistake. She could see why Jake McKean didn't want her, or so she thought.

Sitting in front of the mirror, Daisy didn't see her beauty. She didn't see the flushed cheeks, rosy from her thoughts, the dark curtain of her glossy russet mane, loose and curling wildly down her back. Didn't notice the golden, honey-colored complexion she earned from her hard-work outside. Could not see the captivating big eyes with a unique hue that inspired men to write sonnets.

Nope, still the "passably pretty mouse," she reflected sadly.

Daisy knew it shouldn't, but the nickname that Jake had taunted her with for the past ten years hurt every time she even thought about it.

Pushing those memories aside, she eyed herself critically.

The tight, black, thin-strapped top was very flattering. It dipped dangerously low, showing more than hinting at a decent amount of cleavage, she sniffed. The laced front flaunted her hour-glass figure. This complemented the dark, tight blue-jeans that displayed her flaring hips beautifully.

She looked… cheap, she huffed. Nah, its fine. I'm just not used to being so... exposed.

"I'm gonna knock that Derrick Gowan out of his boots," she grinned. Daisy's grin faltered as she contemplated witnessing Jake grinding with one of the town floozies like he always did.

Hearing her doorbell, Daisy shook off her worrying thoughts.

Plastering a smile on her face, she opened the door, trying to be excited that it was Derrick and not her battered cowboy on the other side.

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Jake was pissed.

How dare his woman show up with another man, dressed like a- a- a sex kitten. She may not know that she was his woman, but dammit!- she was.

Daisy looked… perfect. She was like a butterfly, finally realizing that she had pretty wings to spread.

And she'll only be spreading them with me, Jake growled to himself.

Sitting in a booth that had a clear view of the dance floor, Jake sat back with his beer, watching Daisy with hooded eyes.

Stroking the bottle, Jake imagined that it was actually Daisy's warm flesh he was touching, not cold, hard glass.

Watching that damn Derrick Gowan maul his Daisy for the past hour was pushing him to his very thin limits. His control was wearing thin and he figured that if he beat the shit out of that pretty-boy Gowan, that Daisy would get mad at him.

He was just thinking about when he should cut in and take Daisy away from the idiot when the fool dared to put his hands on Daisy's ass.

"That's it," Jake growled.

Coming to his feet, Jake prowled over to the dance floor and roughly tapped Gowan on the shoulder.

"Excuse me…"

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Daisy didn't know how much more she could take. Dancing with Derrick was fun but far from sexually exciting. He didn't make her heart jump or pulse race.

How was she going to manage to have sex with him?

Determined to have sex with Derrick tonight, Daisy threw herself into the dancing. She let Derrick hold her just a little too close, just a little too intimately.

This, of course, was because she was starting to feel something for Derrick. It was not an attempt to make Jake jealous.

However, the way she felt his eyes following her the entire night was exciting. She felt hunted and terribly wanted to tease the hunter.

And it was exciting to be watched by her cowboy. But he had never showed any kind of interest in her before. Unless you counted all the mean jibs he made at her. Nevertheless, as insane was it was, Daisy wanted Jake to desire her. She wanted him to quit stroking that bottle and come over and stroke her.

At that thought, a tremor of yearning went through her body, making Derrick pull her closer, mistaking it to be desire for him that made her shiver.

This was, whether she wanted to admit it or not, why she held onto Derrick a little more closely, a little more intimately. She'd run her hands through her hair. Lay her head on his chest. Wrapped her arms around his waist, leaving no space between their bodies.

Daisy felt Derrick's arousal, pressed tight against her belly.

Nervous, she looked up at him. Derrick really was quite good looking. She probably could be happy with him; if her heart didn't already belong to someone else. He looked like an angel; light blonde hair, cut short, a muscular body that felt good to be pressed up against, and pretty baby-blues that were kind and gentle, just like him.

He looked embarrassed, but he smiled warmly and pulled her a little closer. His touching became gentler, sweeter. Roaming hands of a lover; caresses to make her as aroused as him.

But it wasn't working. Daisy felt flattered that he was turned on by her, but it wasn't enough. There was no way she could go through with it. She would still be a virgin tonight. 

And probably for the rest of her life, she groused. 

Hearing the song by Bad Company, I'm ready for love, made Daisy want to leave. It reminded her of when Jake sang it at last year's dance. He had looked right at her. Staring her in the eyes and touching the mic like was her. But she had probably just dreamed that last part she reprimanded herself. However, whether it was a figment of her overactive and hopeful imagination or not, Daisy had needed two hours with her vibrator that night.

Just when she was about to plead a headache and tell Derrick that she was ready to go home, Daisy heard his voice.

"Excuse me, Gowan, but this is my and Daisy Maze's song. Later," dismissed an amused and dangerous Jake.

Warily, Derrick glanced at Jake, not wanting a fight, knowing the man was capable of changing moods quickly. Questioningly, Derrick looked to Daisy, "You gonna be alright, Sugar?"

Daisy's mouth was bone dry but she somehow got out, "Yea, just one dance between old friends won't hurt." But they weren't friends, and never could be, she sadly thought.

Before anything else could be said, Jake jerked Daisy out of Derrick's arms and pulled her into his.

Gazing up at him, Daisy compared her new partner to her old one. She had traded the Angel for the Devil; she knew she'd probably get burned. But Jake was as handsome as sin. His jet black hair was thick and curling around his ears and down his neck, unfashionably long for a rancher. Silver eyes seemed to see into her mind and know all of her thoughts; the good and mostly naughty. Sharp, angular features gave Jake a hard and menacing look, but his lips, they were made for all kinds of sinning.

He was gorgeous, she breathed.

She was pressed up against Jake's hard body and she felt every solid muscle and something even harder. Did she think that there wasn't any space between her and Derrick? Daisy wondered wildly. 

Surprised, Daisy gasped and looked up at Jake when she realized that he was very happy to be dancing with her. Feeling Jake's arousal was unbearably exciting and confusing. Why is he like that if he doesn't like me? Ugh, the mind games he plays.

"Wh-Why do you want to dance with me, Jake? I know you can't stand me…" she faltered. She didn't really want to know why he wanted to dance with her, and hearing him confirm that he didn't like her was more than Daisy could handle.

"Mmm, Daisy Maze, I've been watching that goofy Gowan paw you all night. I wouldn't let him, or any man, touch you for the rest of the night if you want them to live," he rumbled.

Daisy didn't understanding why Jake wouldn't want her dancing with another man. He only talked down to her, tormented and taunted her to no end. Hell, she thought he hated her.

Pulling her closer, Jake leaned down and buried his head in her fragrant hair. Inhaling deeply, Jake started to sway slowly to the beat of the song.

Murmuring softly, "I'm ready for love, oh baby, I'm ready for love."

 Jake McKean was singing to her. Had hell frozen over?

Not understanding where this was coming from, Daisy decided to let this fluke in nature run its course and enjoy it. Sliding her arms around his waist, Daisy swayed with him, taking pleasure in his spicy scent and laid her head against his chest.

This was what she had always wanted; to be held by Jake.

Lost in her dream-like world of being in Jake's arms and listening to him croon their love song in her ear distracted Daisy from his wandering hands and grabbing fingers.

Suddenly, Daisy felt the hard column of his leg push between hers, effectively making her ride his thigh as they danced. Looking up into his hooded eyes, Daisy didn't know what to do. Starting to pull away didn't help, it he made things worse. Once she started to pull away, Jake clutched her hips in a vise-like grip and lifted her off the floor, so that she was balanced on his thigh and pressed up against his chest, holding onto him so that she wouldn't fall.

Shocked, Daisy was at a loss for words. She was utterly speechless when he started to rock her on his thigh, still making her ride him.

Jake could feel her arousal, dampening his jeans. "You're excited, aren't ya, Darlin'," Jake breathed next to her ear. "You would probably love it if I stripped you down and took you on this floor right now wouldn't you, baby?" Hearing her little whimper made him smile against her cheek. "And you know that I would do that right now if I wanted…" he trailed off, letting her think that it just might happen. "But, I don't share what's mine. And honey, you most certainly are mine," he licked the shell of her ear. 

Grabbing her hips, he helped her ride him even harder, causing excruciating friction on her clit. Blind with pleasure, Daisy could only hold onto Jake as he held her to him and rocked her on his leg.

"Jake, please… don't…" was all she could whisper. This was what if felt like to be out of control, she thought, to be so aroused that all you can think about having your lover, no matter where you are or who's around.

Crying out softly, Daisy bit into Jake's shoulder as she came apart in his arms.

Setting her down, Jake kept her tight against him, not letting a breath of air between them. Stroking her back, he tried to calm her, murmuring in her ear, singing their song to her.

Once she calmed down, Daisy felt a pleased, warm glow. She couldn't believe what happened. Jake McKean just made me come in front of the entire town. Not that anyone noticed, being preoccupied with their own partners, except for maybe an irritated Derrick at the bar, nursing a beer.

Peering up at Jake, Daisy was more confused than ever. Jake had said that she was his. But he didn't even like her. He made her come on his leg and kept holding her so strongly that she thought he might crack one of her ribs. Nothing made sense. Would he start calling her the "passably pretty mouse" now? Was this all some kind of sick joke, she wondered hysterically. Daisy no longer needed to feign a headache now.

"Jake, what are you doing?"

Amusement glittered in his eyes, but so did something else, something hard and dark. "I'm claiming you Dais. I'm letting you know that you're off limits to anyone but me. I told you earlier; I don't share."

"Stop it Jake. You can stop your joke now. Alright, you had fun playing around with the "passably pretty mouse." You can quit it and leave me alone." Angry, hurt and convinced that Jake was toying around with her, Daisy tried to pull out of his grasp. But she couldn't, he just tightened his arms around her and rubbed his erection against her belly.

"Don't test my patience, Daisy Maze," he used her other favorite nickname from him that she absolutely loved, even if she wouldn't admit it. "You know that I have just been waiting for you to be ready for me. Don't fight me Dais," he gritted out.  

"Let me go, Jake. I don't like games. Just leave my head alone."  You've already broken my heart.

Struggling harder to get away, Jake let her go so that they wouldn't cause a scene. Grabbing her arm before she turned away, he ground out, "Meet me at my ranch tomorrow. We have things to discuss." When he saw she was about to refuse him, he menacingly said, "It's about your precious family home."

Seeing the fear that alighted in her eyes, he smiled a humorless smile. Now I have her.

Daisy straightened her back, and lifted her chin. He would not threaten her. "Alright. I'll be there by two. I have work to do."

"You'll be there by noon. And not a minute later." His hard eyes broached no argument.

"Fine." Spinning on her heal, Daisy spun around on her heal and went to ask Derrick if he could take her home. She was suddenly feeling very sick.

Watching Daisy walk away almost brought him to his knees. Woman didn't know what she did to him. And she never could. Knowing what she did to him would give her control, and that something she couldn't have.

Because if she had control, she would have the power to leave him.

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Ok. Well that is the beginning of Jake and Daisy. Hope that it was fun and that you guys want to read more. Let me know what you thought; love to get feedback. Look for chapter 2 and something from the Jungle Man series soon. Happy readings and Happy Holidays to all. :)

The Gentle Cowboy Ch. 02



"You're fucking worthless boy," the voice shouted.

 The boy anticipated the sting of the belt before the sound of it could be heard, whistling through the air.

 Raising its arm, the voice repeatedly brought the leather strap down onto the back of the young child.

 Huddled into a corner of the room, the boy couldn't get away from the lashes. Screaming didn't help; it just made the pain worse, gave the voice satisfaction.

 "Shoulda known you'd be trouble. Nothin' but trouble, you are." The voice took a break, taking a drink out of a bottle of whiskey before turning back to the child.

 Standing in the door frame, Jake couldn't move. He could only stand there and watch; horrified.

 Helpless to stop the beating, he felt the familiar bile rise up in his throat. Hard as he tried, he could never get the man to stop.

 "Teach ya, boy," the voice slurred. "Teach ya to disrespect your father."

 Hearing the child cry out against his will made Jake want to cover his ears; but he couldn't. It was as though he was frozen, unable to move.

 Then the scene changed. He was walking down the street towards Daisy, his light. She was smiling and her arms were open, walking to him. Looking at her, he waited; he always seemed to be waiting for Daisy.

 Suddenly, her eyes shifted from his and her smiled broadened, grew wider, happier.

 Running past him, she never even gave him a second glance. Turning, Jake looked to see where she went and wished he hadn't.

 Daisy ran into the waiting arms of Derrick Gowan.

 "What the fuck?" Jake couldn't believe his eyes. Daisy was letting Goofy Gowan hold her, touch her. "Why Daisy?"he whispered desperately.

 Turning to look at him, Daisy's smile became patronizing. Innocently, she asked, as if greatly amused, "You didn't think I would choose you? Did you, Jake?" Taking a moment to look into his dazed eyes, she started to giggle. "Oh my, you did." Laughing almost uncontrollably, she looked at him with tears of laughter in her eyes, "Jake, honey, I would never pick you. What could you ever give me?"

 Laughing, she turned her back on him. Taking Gowan's hand, she strolled with him down the street, away from Jake.

 "Wait. Daisy, please don't go. Please, Daisy," yelled a frantic Jake.

 Running after her was useless; no matter how fast or how long, he would never catch her.

 Jake was alone.

 "NO. Daisy," yelled Jake as he came to.

Every night was like this. It was always like this: the same gruesome, reoccurring nightmare from his childhood. Repeated every night, like a broken, undying record.

Try as he might, Jake couldn't shake the dreams.

But he was used to them. It was the new ones of him losing Daisy that made it hard to sleep. Jake had to act quickly. Tie her to him so tightly so that she could never untangle herself. Never leave him alone, in the dark.

He needed her. Now.

"Daisy," he whispered to the dark, "I hope you're ready."

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 She was walking down her high school hallway.

 Braces, pony tail and unfashionable clothing. Daisy was worse than an ugly duckling.

 Smiling at kids that she knew, with a mouth full of metal, Daisy looked up to suddenly see him.

 Jake McKean was leaning against her locker! He had his back to her, but she would know that backside anywhere. That perfect, strong back and those powerful legs encased in form-fitting denim could only belong to Jake.

 He was waiting for her at her locker, she thought. But it wasn't the same as for her. She was always waiting for, would always wait for Jake McKean.

 "Hi, Jake," squeaked a high-pitched, 15 year-old Daisy.

 He turned around, slowly.

 With a sardonic, half-smile that really only looked like a twist of his lips, he boredly drawled, "Well, if it isn't the passably pretty mouse. Why do you persist in talking to me? Take a hint, Mouse; I ignore you for a reason."

 Stuttering an apology, Daisy's heart was torn in two when he grabbed Betty Bloomsburg and started to lock lips with the tramp right in front of her.

 Kissing and touching the big, blonde bimbo, he dragged his mouth away long enough to taunt, "I like real women. Not mousy ones that couldn't please a man if they tried." Seeing the pain in Daisy's eyes seemed to make him smile.

 Laughing, he wrapped his arm around Betty's shoulder and walked with the buxom blonde down the hall. Never taking a second glance at Daisy.

 "Wait. Jake, please don't go. Please, Jake," yelled a frantic Daisy.

 Running after him was useless; no matter how fast or how long, she would never catch him.

 Daisy was alone.

"NO. Jake," yelled Daisy as she came to.

Every night was like this. It was always like this: the same reoccurring nightmare since high school. Repeated every night, like a broken, undying record.

Try as she might, Daisy couldn't shake the dreams.

But she was used to them. It was brutal losing Jake every night. And it was a different scenario every night. Daisy lost him in so many different ways, to so many different women. It made it hard to sleep.

She needed him. Always.

But it was futile. It could never be.

"Jake," she pleaded to the dark, "just leave me alone."

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Daisy was put off with Jake.

She had a massive list of chores that only seemed to grow longer every minute she put them off. Daisy had to feed the animals, make sure the bales of hay were shipped out on time and in the right truck, had to clean some stalls, yuck, and a million and one other things.

Deciding to run into town for the supplies needed by her father, Daisy figured that she could get the materials and then go meet Jake and see what it was he wanted.

What could it be, she wondered.

Things that he would want to talk about flitted through her mind, but she dismissed them as soon as they entered, except for one. One that she knew, hoped, he wouldn't even be thinking about; buying her family estate.

No, he couldn't want to hurt me that badly, Daisy thought almost hysterically. He couldn't hate me that much.

Pushing her disturbing feelings aside, Daisy took a deep breath, opened the Supply Store's door and ran smack dab into Derrick Gowan's chest.

Muttering her apology, Daisy tried to disentangle herself from his firm hold. Realizing he wasn't letting go, she looked up at him. A feeling of foreboding settled in as she remembered what Jake had said; to not allow any man to touch her.

Feeling anxious, Daisy didn't want to be around Derrick any more than Jake wanted her to be. The other night hadn't ended too well; what with Derrick wanting to come in and Daisy not wanting to continue the evening. The remembered occasion put a grimace on her face and caused her tone to be somewhat sharper than usual, "Let go, Derrick," she bit out, "I need to get supplies so if you wouldn't mind unhanding me…" she looked at his arms pointedly.

All smiles and charm, Derrick tried to sooth an angry Daisy, "Oh shucks, Sugar. I kinda like holding you." Seeing that she was not amused, Derrick wisely removed his hands. "I came for a set of pliers, but they're out of 'em. What are you lookin' for Dais?"

Hearing the nickname coming from Derrick set Daisy's teeth on edge. It didn't feel right having him say it; it belonged to Jake, as insane as it was.

"Just some of this, some of that," she generalized, hoping he'd take the hint and leave.

"Well, let me help you. Since I didn't get the pliers, I can't get to the job today." Roping an arm around her shoulder and leading her down an aisle, he obviously did not get the hint.

Steering her down the tool section, there was no one around. Pushing her up against the shelving, he put a hand on either side of her head, caging her between the cool metal and his warm body.

Derrick liked Daisy; he could see himself settling down with a girl like her. She was always kind, a hard worker, family oriented, and very easy on the eyes. Daisy was perfect, he surmised.

"Daisy, I can't stop thinking about you, Sugar. I had real fun last night," he said softly. Looking into her eyes, he tried to feel her out. Mistaking her glazed look to be desire, when really it was boredom and the wish for escape, he tried to lean in for a kiss.

Not sure what to do, Daisy decided to go with it; she didn't want to embarrass poor Derrick. He really was a nice guy.

Feeling the pressure of his mouth on hers, Daisy let him kiss her. His touch was pleasant; it wasn't like kissing Jake, but it was okay. The light press of his tongue against the seam of her lips startled her. Not really wanting to have a full-blown make-out session in Hank's Hardware Supplies and More, Daisy pushed lightly on Derrick's shoulders.

Mistaking it to be an embrace, Derrick scooped her up and tried to mold her to him, tilting his head and deepening their kiss.

Squeaking in outrage, Daisy tried to push with all her might, which felt like nothing to a big rancher like Derrick.

Groaning, Derrick didn't seem to hear her moans of protest. Crushing her to him even more, Derrick let his hands roam down to cup her ass…

"Khmmm," came a deep grunt from their left.

Lifting his head and panting for air, Derrick glanced over his shoulder before Daisy could. When she saw the discreet cougher, Daisy wished she hadn't.

It wasn't the store owner, wasn't Mrs. Grishim (the town gossip), wasn't one of her overprotective brothers, no it was Jake McKean, leaning languidly and dangerous against the shelving.

Pushing at Derrick's chest, she whispered, horrified, "Let go, Derrick." When he wouldn't, Daisy got really angry. What the hell is going on?

Turning towards Jake, Derrick kept his arm around Daisy, trying to show ownership. Finally it seemed to click, Daisy wished for the tile to open up and swallow her whole. She didn't belong to Derrick and why she wanted Jake to know was something she didn't want to linger on.

Still struggling against his hold, she awkwardly mumbled, "Come on, Derrick. I have things to do." Pronouncing each word slowly, "Let. Go."

Unhurriedly, Derrick did as she asked, Jake quietly watching the whole scene play out.

"I'll help you with the rest of your purchases, Daisy," Derrick announced, looking directly at Jake in some male-challenging game.

Annoyed by it all, "No, that's ok. I'll be fine, Derrick. Just some horse feed and a few bags of fertilizer." Just when Derrick was about to protest, Daisy quickly huffed, "I'll be fine. I'll get one of Hank's boys to help me load the bags." Leaving before either man could stop her; Daisy stepped away from Derrick and darted around Jake.

Taking a quick peek at Jake's face as she passed him, Daisy saw how he appeared to not care; Daisy felt moisture gather in her eyes. She couldn't explain it, but it was just like before, when he looked at her without emotion.

Focusing on breathing, Daisy stood in front of the horse food, not really seeing what was before her eyes.

Suddenly, she felt warm arms steal around her again. Just when she was about to protest, she was pulled back into a hard body; one that she would know anywhere.

"Jake," she breathed. "What are you doing?"

He wouldn't let her leave his embrace or turn around. Nuzzling the sensitive skin of her neck, Jake mumbled against her, "Why did you let him touch you, Daisy?" Taking a deep breath, raising his head, he breathed against her ear, "Why?"

"I- I- I didn't mean to. Really Jake, I just-" she stuttered.

"Shhh," Jake cut off her rambling. Turning her around, Jake gently cupped her face, nudging her chin until she looked at him with her wary eyes. "Don't let him touch you, Dais." Running a hand through his hair, he finished, "I- I don't like it. I don't like how it makes me feel."

Bewildered by his statement, Daisy felt her heart clench once. What is he doing? He admits to not liking me around other guys, allowing them to touch me. I know he's playing some game, I just know it. 

But her heart was convincing her head that she was wrong, that this time he really wanted her. Oh, if only I could cut the connection between my head and heart.

Slowly, so that she had time to turn away, Jake bent down, barely touching her. Seeing that she wasn't about to move from him, Jake slightly smiled and then took her mouth with his.

Where Derrick had been light, Jake was dark, demanding. He took Daisy's mouth, sucking on her bottom lip, nibbling and tasting her.

Minutes went by and turned Daisy's brain to mush. Thinking, much less thinking clearly, was next to impossible.

Finally, after Jake felt like he had assuaged some of the need clawing at him to claim Daisy, he pulled back.

When Jake had come into Hank's to pick up a few tools, he never thought that he'd see his woman being mauled by Goofy Gowan. Breaking up the Gowan grope-fest had taken every ounce of will-power and self-control he possessed; to not beat the living daylights out of the bastard that is.

Tamping down on the dark, primal part of him that wanted to beat his chest and carry Daisy off to his cave: he took a breath and tried to talk to her.

"Don't go near Gowan or any other guy. I don't want to walk into Roxy's Diner and see you locking lips with Buck," he smiled crookedly at seeing her face wrinkle in distaste; Buck was sixty going on seventy, missing a few teeth, and in need of a shower most times.

Remembering that he was going to see her in three hours, Jake turned serious, "I'll see you at noon, Daisy Maze." Steeping back, he leisurely let his gaze sweep her from head to toe, "Be prompt, Dais. I'll be waiting." And with that he spun on his heel and left without a backwards glance.

Left in a daze, Daisy found one of Hank's boys and got the supplies she needed.

The ride back to the ranch was done in a haze and jumbled thoughts.

Jake McKean, you're messing with my heart. Stop it; you don't know what you're doing.

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 Daisy didn't want to go to Jake's but she had to know… had to know if he was going to do the unthinkable; take her home away.

Everyday, little by little, they were climbing out of debt. But it wasn't enough, wasn't fast enough. It was just a matter of time, depended on which came first: either they could come up with the money or someone would become very interested and beat them to the punch.

Over my dead body, Daisy seethed.

Rolling up to Jake's sprawling ranch, The McKean ranch, Daisy was almost overwhelmed by the sheer size of his establishment. The house was massive, a huge building that lacked warmth. The rustic look was just that, a look. It didn't have a feeling of home, it left her feeling cold.

With a shiver, Daisy opened her truck door and hopped out before she lost her nerve. Holding onto the railing, she took the steps one at a time and ended up on the porch, in front of the door in no time.

Lifting her hand, she lightly rapped on the old, solid oak. A rustling shuffle could be heard on the other side. Slowly, the door swung open, an old man with a weathered but gentle face stood in the entrance.

"Miles," Daisy beamed.

The elderly butler's face cracked in a smile, "Ms. Jones, it's a pleasure to see you again. You should come by more often," he gently chastised. "Young Master McKean used to love your visits."

Miles appeared to have forgotten that she and Jake hadn't had "visits" since grade school. Something she wished could have gone on.

"Yes, well, I'm here to visit him today," she touched the old man's shoulder affectionately, "Where can I find Jake, Miles?"

His brow furrowed as he thought about where Jake could be. "Try the study, my dear; he's been spending an awful lot of time there lately." Mumbling to himself, Miles went off in another direction, leaving Daisy to her own devices.

Torn between going straight to see Jake and the itch to walk around and see what was different about the house, she decided the latter could wait and went down the familiar hallway that led to the study.

Daisy was surprised that Jake was there; that had been one of his father's favorite rooms. If nothing else, Daisy knew how much Jake had hated his father. In fact, she couldn't believe he stayed in this house. After his mother left, Jake's father had turned cruel, not wanting anything to do with his son. When Daisy came over, they always played quietly so they didn't bother his dad. However, half the time they would hide in the barn, huddled together, Jake scared of his father's voice.

Daisy could never understand why Jake pushed her out of his life. They had shared so much when they were younger. It hurt to remember.

Reaching the door to the study, Daisy shook off those long-ago memories, and knocked on the dark cherry door ahead of her.

Hearing an ominous, "Enter," Daisy turned the knob, not sure what she was walking into.

Stepping over the threshold, Daisy was hit by the sheer masculine perfection that was Jake McKean. Sitting behind the heavy cherry desk, Jake looked… delicious.

Wearing a white button down shirt that was a third unbuttoned, showing a good amount of his chest, his sleeves were also undone, rolled up to his elbows. His hair curled around his ears, down the back of his neck. And his full lips…Yep, he looked good.

Dry-mouthed, Daisy didn't know where to start; he invited her here after all.

Smiling, Jake extended his hand to indicate the two leather chairs in front of his desk, "Please, sit Daisy. Make yourself comfortable."

Put on edge by his amiable act, Daisy cautiously slid into one of the seats he offered.

Now I've got you, Daisy Maze, thought Jake triumphantly.

"What is it you wanted to see me about, Jake? I have to get back to my home. There is a lot that I am putting off in order to see you." With every word, Daisy's heart started to pound faster. Folding her hands in her lap, she laced them together so that Jake couldn't see she was shaking.

Donning a calm and serious expression, Jake leaned back and stared at her. Steepling his fingers under his chin, he began, "It's no longer your home, Daisy. I paid off the debt and own the ranch and house that sits on it, free and clear."

Daisy felt like she had just been punched in the stomach. It was hard to breath, thinking was unachievable, and the reasoning that would usually hold her back from killing Jake McKean was nonexistent. 

"You are…," words left her and she tried again, "You are kidding me, right Jake? I mean you can't hate me so much as to want to take away the only thing that means anything to me."

"Aww, come now, Daisy darlin'," he drawled, "You know I don't hate one pretty hair on your head. But a shrewd business man I have become and I can be quite ruthless when it comes to getting what I want."

Reeling from shock, Daisy didn't know what to make of this. "It's not that lucrative, Jake. Just enough for us to make a decent living. Live comfortably. You want for nothing, your father left you well off. What do you need my home?," she practically screamed.

Shifting forward, he placed his folded hands in front of him in a gesture of helplessness. "I have come to want something that my money cannot buy me, Daisy."

What the hell, she wondered, has he gone bat-shit crazy?

 "Jake, what are you playing at? What is it you want that taking my home can get you?"

Looking her in the eye, he ignored her question and steadily went on, "What would you do for your home, Daisy? What lengths would you sink to, in order to keep your precious ranch, to keep a roof over your families head?"




The Gentle Cowboy Ch. 02



Desperate, Daisy spoke the only truth she knew, "Anything, Jake. Anything."

Smiling like the cat that got the cream, Jake sat back in his chair and murmured, "Would you do anything? Truly, Daisy Maze?" Holding her gaze, "Then you'll have to marry me Dais. If you want to save your home from the McKean Devil," he said the whispered small-town nickname with a half-smile, "then you're going to have to tie yourself to the beast."

Daisy felt like her mouth was going to drop open at any second and knew that she would have a damn-hard time closing it.

This was some kind of joke: Jake McKean, object of Daisy's lust/love since grade school, was asking, no demanding, that she marry him in order to save her family home.

The urges to laugh or cry were pretty equal. It was a dream wrapped in a nightmare. "Jake, quit it, you've played your joke." Maybe this was all a farce, something to scare her, for his own perverse entertainment. "Don't you want to marry for love? Why are you doing this? Tell me you're kidding, Jake."

Slowly he shook his head, "No, Daisy Maze, this is no joke. Become my wife or I take your ranch, your home, and kick your family out. Choose, Dais, because once you leave this room there is no turning back, either way."

Confused, upset, and mystified, all she could say was, "Jake, I…"

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To be continued…

Author's Note: Hope that this was a good chapter of Cowboy, ;). Jake's quite the character. I will have more of him and Daisy soon. Look for a chapter of Jungle Man, too. I love to hear back and know what you think. Thanks to everyone for voting and the feedback is great. Thanks to all.



The Gentle Cowboy Ch. 03



Daisy was nervous and tense, "Don't you want to marry for love, Jake? Why are you doing this? Tell me you're kidding, Jake." Daisy's voice seemed to reach higher tones with each question.

Slowly he shook his head, "No, Daisy Maze, this is no joke. Become my wife or I take your ranch, your home, and... remove your family from the property. Choose, Dais, because once you leave this room there is no turning back, either way."

Confused, upset, and mystified, all she could say was, "Jake, I..." Words failed her. Part of her wanted to say fuck it and take him, take what he offered. This was what she always wanted: to be Jakes, anyway he would take her. But the other part of her, the part that told her how wrong and manipulative this was, screamed an original, melodramatic, NO! That part of her, the pride and self-preservation, was running away from this situation and Jake at high speed.

"Make your choice quick, Dais. I don't have all day." 

Seeing the indecision warring on her face, a momentary panic shot through Jake. What if she doesn't choose me, he worried. Lowering his voice, he whispered softly, "Would it be so bad, Daisy? To belong to me? To be mine?" 

Daisy looked at Jake, really looked at him. His handsome face was like stone. He looked as if he didn't care whether she chose to marry him or walk out that door. However, his whispered words tugged at her heart like nothing else could. To belong to Jake, be his. That's all she ever wanted. He wouldn't have said anything if he truly didn't care what she chose.

"Yes," softly, barely auditable, slipped past her lips.

Trying to appear calm when inside his heart was racing, his blood rushing through his veins making it difficult to hear, "What did you say, Daisy? I didn't quite hear you." Looking at her, he waited.

Clearing her throat, she lifted her head and met his eyes defiantly, "Yes, I'll marry you, Jake." Her voice rang out loud and strong, sealing her fate, sealing her to the McKean Monster.

Slowly, a smile broadened across Jake's face. Standing up, he rounded his desk and pulled Daisy up, out of her seat, molding her body to his.

"Then let's seal our bargain with a kiss, love," he leaned down, almost touching his mouth to her own.

Lifting her face, Daisy met him, pressing their lips together and she lost herself in the wonder that only Jake could make her feel.

Slowly, leisurely, Jake took his time, almost like it was their first time. He explored her unhurriedly, gently tasting her, taking only what she gave.

It was a first for them in a way. It was the first tender moment that they shared. It was a melting of two people instead of one trying to conquer the other. A slow exploration of the other.

Stunned, Daisy pulled back, gasping. Reaching up, she touched her swollen lips in wonder, looking up at Jake through her lashes.

Jake knew it would be like this between them. Knew that she would be a fiery flame in his arms. Now he had to bind her to him so that no other could take her, or... before she could change her mind.

When she looked up at him, her doe-like eyes soft and heavy with passion, he grew impossibly harder. Slipping his arms about her waist, Jake pressed his erection into Daisy's stomach, leaving her no illusions as to what was pressed against her.

"There is no backing out now, Daisy. I won't let you to break your promise, our engagement," he liked the way that sounded, their engagement. Soon she would be his wife, his.

Wanting some room to breathe, Daisy tried to pull out of Jake's embrace, tried to put space between them so that she could think.

Suddenly she regretted her rash decision. Sure, she loved Jake, always had, and suspected she always would. But just because he asked, no demanded, she marry him, did not mean he loved her. Fears and self-doubt coursed through her. Daisy just wanted to leave, be alone and sort out what her hastiness got her into.

Gingerly backing out of his arms, Daisy peered into Jake's face, hoping she would see something that made her feel better about agreeing to his outlandish demands. She saw nothing. Just the same fierce determined look he always wore, the look that warned people away. Just great.

Nervously, she shifted out of his grasp, "I gotta go, Jake. I left the ranch a mess and there's a lot I need to finish up..." trailing off, Daisy was at a loss for words when he just crossed his arms and shook his head.

"Daisy Maze, you're not goin' anywhere til we get hitched. I'm not letting you out of my sight, Darlin'. I won't loose ya to some young buck, like Goofy Gowan. We're headed to Vegas. Now. You won't be slippin' through my fingers," grabbing her arm, he steered her towards the door.

Putting her foot down, Daisy planted herself at the door, and wouldn't budge. "No, Jake. We aren't running off like we have something to hide or did something... unorthodox," she touched her stomach for emphasis. Blushing, she went on, "If we are going to do this, we're doing it the right and proper way. Surrounded by family and friends." Tipping her head, she looked up at him challengingly, daring him to gainsay her.

Jake stared down at Daisy; head tilted back, hand on her hip, a glint in her eye. She was adorable. Laughing, Jake just pulled her back into his arms and kissed the frown from her lips.

Breathing heavily, Daisy backed up and came up against the door. Stepping forward, Jake quickly had her caged between the hard door and his equally hard body. 

"Alright, Dais. We can do this your way. I think I'll leave you to the planning. I'd just get in the way of things. You know who I talk to, who I'd want there. No family from my side, 'cept for Aunt Donna, maybe." 

Raising his hand, he cupped her face, delighted when she pressed against his palm. "Just one request, Daisy..." Once she lifted her eyes to his, he continued, "I don't want to wait. I won't. You have two weeks tops, Daisy Maze. I want you. In my life. In my home. In my bed," he finished against her cheek.

Flustered, Daisy nodded her head in acknowledgment of his request. She could do that; plan a nice, small wedding quickly. Now she had to break it to her parents. They were in for a surprise.

"Okay, Jake. Give me two weeks and everything will be ready..." Unexpectedly, Daisy rose up onto her toes and initiated a kiss for the first time. This time, Daisy took what she wanted. 

Moments later, Daisy ended the kiss as abruptly as she had started it. Licking her lips, she patted Jake on the face and smiled, "I've got things to do, Cowboy. Can't stay here and lock lips with you all day. I'll see you later." And with that, Daisy pushed an astonished Jake to the side and stepped out the door and walked down the hallway.

Glancing over her shoulder was worth it; Jake's face was half surprised and mostly aroused. It was priceless.

Smiling, Daisy yelled, "Bye," to a dusting Miles and kept walking to her truck.

Opening the door, she got in, got settled and started the engine. Humming, Daisy left, happy and determined.

She really didn't know when, but in the five minutes where she doubted her rashness, and sanity, Daisy had finally made up her mind; she would marry Jake. No more questions, doubts, or worries. It was going to happen. And things were about to get messy, she decided to go after his heart. Love was the only emotion she would settle for from Jake.

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Reeling from her parting kiss, Jake sank into his leather chair with a thud. A thunderstruck expression on his face. He looked like he got kicked in the head by a horse.

Smiling for no reason, Jake felt like genuinely laughing for the first time in long while.

Above him the floor boards creaked, a chill went through him to hear the sound. Passing it off as Miles, Jake dismissed the fear of old ghosts.

He needed Daisy for more than one reason. She could banish the ghosts and make life real. Make life worth it.

A feral grin came to Jake's lips as he thought about another reason he wanted Daisy and how he wanted her. Naked. Ready. In his bed.

Again the boards moaned as if in protest of the weight pressing down on them. The grin disappeared and for a second Jake looked more like a lost little boy than the cocky, arrogant man he presented to the world.

Roughly, he pushed a hand through his thick hair, "I need you, Daisy," he whispered to the empty room.

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Nervous, palms sweating, Daisy entered her house, not sure how to tell her parents that she was marrying Jake McKean. Ugh, someone just hit me with a brick.

She opened the old-fashioned wood door, same one her great-papa Lew made back in the '20's. The sturdy blonde oak opened quietly, no creaking to announce her arrival.

Stepping inside, she just saw the comfy house that she had grown up in, the only home she had ever known.

The hallway had frames of various family members hanging on every inch of the walls, covering the eggshell white paint with big toothy grins and freckled faces. The thick homemade woven, cloth rugs hid the wooden floors and cushioned her feet and softened her step, further aiding her furtive entry.

Overstuffed lazy-boys in front of the big screen T.V., her father's pride and joy, gave the family room the same homey, comfortable feeling that just begged someone to come in, sit back and kick up their feet after a hard day's work. That and the sight of one of her charming brother's doing just that, passed out on the blue recliner all gave the room an informal feeling.

However, the kitchen was her mother's domain and Daisy's favorite place to be. It was where everyone ate and where everyone got together to share or more likely complain, about their day.

Entering the room, Daisy saw her mother placing something into the oven; probably a pie.

"Hey Mom," Daisy went over get an apple from the basket on the counter, not quite ready to begin her tale.

Standing up straight, the woman turned and smiled at her daughter. Mrs. Jones looked like an older version of her daughter. A few wrinkles and her graying hair gave away her age, but she was still a good looking woman.

"Hi there, baby. Now where have you been all mornin', Daisy?" her mother inquired.

Hedging around what she needed to say, Daisy decided to share some unimportant details about her day, "Well, I went to Hank's to see if he had those tools. Of course he didn't. Figures," she smirked as though that were just her luck.

Waving her hand airily, Mrs. Jones looked unworried, "You work too much, honey. I'm glad old Frank didn't have them tools in or I wouldn't be seein' you til sundown." Her eyes sharpened as she noticed her daughter wouldn't look at her, "Now tell me what is botherin' you, Daisy. You're pacin' and tossin' that poor apple around.

Looking down at the incriminating piece of fruit, Daisy set it down and glanced at her mom before she leaned against the counter, back to the doorway.

Tugging on a piece of hair that escaped her pony tail, "I was at the McKean Ranch, Mom."

Understanding lit up Mrs. Jones' eyes. Shaking her head, "Alright, Daisy baby. What's wrong with that? You and Jake have always been good friends."

Daisy was glad her family didn't know that she and Jake hadn't been the close friends they thought they were. Daisy never told her family about the times Jake taunted her in school or what he said to her in private. Them not knowing was for the best, Daisy always thought.

"Umm... Ehh...," Daisy didn't know where to begin.

"Just spit it out, honey," Mrs. Jones encouraged.

"Jake asked me to marry him," she blurted out in a rush.

Her mother just smiled, "Asked you to wh-"

"Well, I'll be damn," interrupted her father from the doorway, sneaking up on the women. "That boy finally came around and asked you to marry him. 'Bout damn time, if you ask me," Mr. Jones finished with a knowledgeable air.

"Gah, good thing no one asked you, Donald," Mrs. Jones snapped back at her husband. Turning to her daughter, Daisy could see the excitement in her mother's eyes, "He really asked you to marry him, sweetie? I always knew you two would get together."

Daisy was bewildered by the acceptance she found at the Jones house by her news. However, she was also immensely relieved to know that her parents were alright and even happy for her.

Smiling, Daisy felt like she was catching some of her mother's excitement, "Yea, Mom. I'm really going to marry Jake McKean. Kinda crazy, huh?"

Grabbing her daughter's hand, she half led, half dragged her to the kitchen table, "Now dish, Daisy. Tell me how it happened, where and everything. What did he say? How did he ask?"

"Uhhh..." Daisy wasn't sure the truth was the best answer in this situation. "Well..."

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So this is the end of chapter 3. I've been debating where to take the story... had some block but I pushed through. Time hasn't been on my side and slips away quickly. Sorry for the long periods of time, but I hope this was worth the wait! I hope to have another chapter out soon and am working on Jungle Man. No worries, everything will come out in time. :D Suggestions and feedback are always welcome.



The Gentle Cowboy Ch. 04



Sorry about the wait, but the fourth chapter is finally to my liking. Let me know what you think! Enjoy.

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"Yea, Mom. I'm really going to marry Jake McKean. Kinda crazy, huh?"

Grabbing her daughter's hand, Donna half led, half dragged her to the kitchen table. "Now dish, Daisy. Tell me how it happened, where and everything. What did he say? How did he ask?" she demanded in a rush.

"Uhhh…" Unsure that the truth was the best answer in this situation, Daisy began slowly, "Well… In the traditional way, Mom. Jake asked me, and I accepted." Vagueness would be her friend.

Making a disgusted sound, Donna turned the full power of her all-seeing-eyes on her daughter, "Uh huh, well how did it happen, Daisy? Did he get down on one knee? Give you flowers?" On a dreamy sigh Donna theatrically brought her hands to her chest, "Profess his undying love and devotion?"

A stifled snort of laughter could be heard behind the women and Daisy smiled as her mother playfully scowled at her husband, who had a hand over his face.

With a twinkle in her eye, Mrs. Jones frowned at her husband of thirty-three years, "Oh, is there something you wanted to add, Donald?"

Pulling himself together, Mr. Jones turned and looked at his wife with mock seriousness, "Nothing, Donna dear, just had some coffee go down the wrong pipe."

Snorting in disbelief, Donna turned her back on her husband and resumed her interrogation. "So, Daisy, I'm waiting."

"Well…" Daisy began, anxious and trying to think up something that would appease her mother quickly.

Only to be fortunately interrupted by her usually interruptive older brother, Matt, "Mom, I'm starvin'." Grinning, Matt came in stretching his arms above his head, seemingly almost reaching the ceiling while one hand came down to scratch his impressive chest lazily and lay on his flat stomach. "Whatcha cookin', good lookin'," he inquired with a playful wink.

Sighing in exasperation, Donna tried to not be distracted by her son and despite the flash of amusement at his question, she sternly answered, "Nothing for boys who come in demanding things in the middle of an important conversation." Turning to look at him, she gave him a disapproving glare only to start chuckling at his innocent expression. 

Daisy smiled as she watched her brother smoothly charm their mother with the ease from years of practice. Within two minutes, Matt had a bag of potato chips open, persuaded his mother to make steak instead of chicken and had convinced her to bake a couple dozen batches of chocolate chip cookies. Sitting at the table, across from his sister, Matt raised a chip to a mouth curved with satisfaction.

While struggling to reach the bag of flour in the top, left cupboard, Mrs. Jones spoke with her back to the kitchen occupants. "Now, Matty, before you so rudely interrupted…"

Standing up unhurriedly, Matt effortlessly plucked the bag from its perch, two feet above Mrs. Jones' head, saving her five minutes of work. Smiling at her oldest, interruptions forgiven for his help, she continued excitedly, "Your sister was just about to tell us the details of her engagement."

Eyes bulging, Matt started to choke on the chips he had just stuffed into his mouth. Donald came over and gave his son a few thumps on his back. Once the threat of suffocation was out of the picture, Matt turned a grateful gaze to his fathers' humor-filled one.

Groaning in frustration, Donna went over to make sure her first-born would live to see another day, and then she'd get the details of the damn engagement!

Matt dramatically waved his mother off, gasping that he would be "okay in a bit," and was "fine as long as he got some rest."

Clucking and fussing over him like any mother would when her child has a near-death experience; Daisy just rolled her eyes at the scene and smirked.

Finally when all was clear of danger, Daisy held up the bag of chips and asked innocently with a bat or two of an eyelash, "Want another, big brother?"

"No, thank-you, Daisy," he gritted out with a good-natured, squinty glare, "I'd much rather hear about your engagement."

Wincing at "E" word, Daisy started to babble something incoherent when there was a knock at the door.

Heaving a sigh of utter and complete despair, Donna threw her hands up, along with a handful of flour, as her laughing husband went to answer the back door with a bounce in his step.

Smiling genuinely at the man darkening his doorstep, Donald threw an arm around the young man's shoulder and welcomed him in, "Come on in, Derrick. We're all settled in the kitchen."

Before Derrick could step into the room, Matt was up and slapping him on the back, "Way to go, Derr. I can't believe you roped her in so quickly." A manly thump later he warned, "You take good care of her now, too. She is my baby sister after all. You'll have me and her other two brothers to contend with if we hear she's unhappy."

Puzzled, Derrick looked at Matt as though he was one cookie shy of a dozen. "What are you talking about, Matt? Who did I "rope" in?"

Stepping back, Matt wore a mirror expression of confusion, "You mean, you didn't propose to my sister?"

Everyone turned towards Daisy, "Umm, me and Jake are engaged."

Shocked and hurt swirled together in Derrick's eyes. "Oh yea, Dais? When was this?"

In an apologetic manner, Daisy relayed some details: it had happened a little earlier in the day, when she went to visit Jake. That it was unexpected and she hadn't meant for him to find out like this.

Rubbing the back of his neck, he leaned a hip against the counter. Derrick looked devastated and Daisy hated that she was causing him any amount of pain.

Shifting from foot to foot, Daisy and the family were all silent, allowing Derrick to process the information.

"We're just going to go into the living room, dears. Just help yourselves to what ever you need," Mrs. Jones shooed the men out and turned to give her daughter a reassuring wink.

Sighing, Derrick stared at the floor, then finally at Daisy and gave a small smile that didn't reach his eyes.

"It's okay, Daisy. Don't look so upset, darlin'. We're friends, right?" At her nod, he continued, "And friends are happy for each other when something good happens for one another."

"Yes, we'll always be friends, Derrick. Great friends." She held out a hand to him but he just looked at it.

Pushing away from the counter, Derrick swept Daisy up in a bear hug, and buried his face in her hair. "He's lucky he caught you, Daisy. Really lucky."

Daisy gave him a gentle squeeze and he set her down, arms still around her. She smiled up at Derrick and gave him a pat on the cheek.

Movement by the back door caught her eye. Daisy turned her head slowly, worried about who she would find there but knew what she would see.

Propped up against the door lounged an unreadable Jake, long, jean-clad legs crossed at scuffed cowboy boots and all. He raised his brows mockingly, "Knock, Knock."

Moaning internally, Daisy wanted to sink through the floor. She knew that Jake would misinterpret what he had walked upon. Time for damage control.

"Jake, I was just telling Derrick about the engagement." Disentangling herself from Derrick's embrace, Daisy walked over to the unpredictable cowboy, holding out her hand like one would to a wild wolf.

Jake took Daisy's hand without hesitation and tucked her under his arm, pressing her into his side from hip to shoulder, hiding her from Derrick's defeated yet hungry gaze.

"I forgot to give you this at the house, Dais. Can't have my bride walking around without this," Reaching into his pocket, Jake pulled out a small silver band with an old-fashioned set diamond surround by purple stones that Daisy had probably never heard of, and slid it onto her finger.

A perfect fit, she mused. Then she really took a look at it.

"Oh my god, Jake! You can't give me this; it must have cost a fortune. That diamond is bigger than, oh I don't know, but someone will probably kill me for it though," she joked. Moving to pull the ring off, Jake's hand covered hers and stopped her.

"Don't you dare take that ring off, Daisy Maze. It was the only one that suited you. Besides, the purple-whatevers match your eyes." He brushed back a strand of hair and she felt the cool band of his matching silver ring.

Taking his hand in hers, she pulled it down and looked at his plain, simple silver band. "I figured it was only fair that I wear your brand, too." He whispered teasingly.

Daisy started laughing wildly. Gasping for breath, she sagged against him, leaning into him for support. Panting, she looked up into his startled, uncomprehending face, "You actually, kind of, said a joke, Jake." Breath, "It's just you're always so serious."

Jake was unreadable again, his expression stony. Straightening up, Daisy put a little space between them. Touching his shoulder, she whispered, "That's a good thing, Jake. I just didn't know you could be funny. You're always so serious." Biting her lip, Daisy came to a realization, "I guess we don't really know each other too well, huh?" Looking away, Daisy became pensive, a stark contrast to how animated she had been. "Not anymore," she finished softly.

Not liking her serious countenance, Jake felt a flash of panic. What if she's thinking of leaving me? What if she wants to call off the engagement? A sharpness entered into Jake's eyes, making his face scary in its determination. Let her try.

"Daisy…" Jake reached for her, intending to bring her into his arms and distract her in other, more pleasant ways.

"Why are you marrying him then, Dais? I don't see a reason why you would marry someone you don't even know, darlin'." An equally intimidating hardness fell over Derrick's features, transforming him in a way Daisy had never seen before.

"Derrick, it's just that…" she trailed off, unsure how to continue without saying that Jake had pressured her, yet, she still strangely wanted this farce of an "engagement" to continue. To become something more; something real.

"Just that what, Daisy? Just that he has money? Can buy you anything you could ever ask for? Doesn't have to worry about doing manual labor." he lashed out cruelly.

Stunned by Derrick's sudden attack, Daisy took a deep, quick breath to keep the tears at bay. 

Turning her head, she buried her face into Jake's chest, hiding from Derrick and his harsh, bitter words.

Jake's arms wrapped around her immediately; protecting her from Derrick's callousness. Deadly, in a low voice, Jake warned, "Don't you ever talk to my woman like that again, Gowan. I won't tell you again. The only reason I'm not beating you to within an inch of your life right now, is because Daisy thinks of you as a good friend.  That card only helps you once."

Almost immediately Derrick had regretted the words. Seeing the grief he caused Daisy made him feel even worse. With a rueful smile, he tried to apologize, "Yea, I don't know what got into me, Daisy. It was out of line and you know I think only the best of you. Want only the best for you." With a wistful look, he finished, "I guess I just wish I had been the best for you."

Not wanting to stay and receive pity from the woman he loved, Derrick turned on his heel and walked out into the hall. The two left in the kitchen could hear his rushed goodbye to the family eavesdropping from the living room.

"I had better go check on her, Donald," the pair heard Mrs. Jones say, followed by footsteps in the hall.

Daisy spun out of Jake's arms and practically sprinted for the door, not wishing to explain anything to her mother at that moment.

Once outside, Daisy kept going, walking quickly to the barn. Unexpectedly, a hand wrapped around her wrist and brought her to a stop, the wind whipping her long hair around them.

"Talk to me. Let me inside that head of yours, Daisy Maze." And into that heart, he thought desperately.

Daisy was all jumbled; her mind cluttered with a million thoughts and she couldn't hold onto even one for long. Irritated with herself, and doubting herself when she had thought she'd figured everything out, she just wanted to get away. To be alone. To think. To make the right decision.

Pulling her arm from his, she tried to step away from him and the mind-muddling power he seemed to have over her. "I don't know Jake. I don't know what we're doing." She had never looked so lost or confused, he thought. "And I don't think its right."

Jake saw red. Daisy, his Daisy, possibly wanted to call off their engagement. Wanted to leave him.

She doesn't want me. Jake felt fear and a part of his heart froze. Looking down, into her eyes, he knew he couldn't give her up. The only woman that could belong to him.

A little voice, the voice of a demon from within, whispered softly, tauntingly, Of course she doesn't want you. Who could love a wretched thing like you? You're twisted, Jake. You belong in the shadows. The night…

Shaking his head, Jake refused to listen to what he knew was truth. But looking at Daisy reminded him that this was his chance for a normal life. A chance for love and a family. A chance to live in the light. No one would take that from him.

His face became dark, his lips curled into a merciless twist. He knew what he had to do.

Seeing his expression, trepidation ran through her. Daisy tried to take another step back but in a lighting-fast motion, Jake had her wrist in a vise-like grip and was leading her to the barn at a brisk pace.

Jake was eerily silent, eyes facing forward, towards his destination.

I'll show her. She can't just throw me away. She has to know she's mine. She's my light.

Nearly running to keep up with Jake's long-legged stride, Daisy looked up towards the sky for something. 

God, help me. Then they entered the barn where they were enveloped by darkness.

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Thanks for reading. Sorry it took so long; life shouldn't be so busy and pesky. Haha. More for Cowboy and Jungle should be coming soon! :o)



The Gentle Cowboy Ch. 05



Sorry about the wait, but here is the fifth chapter, finally haha. I don't mean to take so long, it just happens. :/ But this is progress, not too many months passed by this time, haha. Let me know what you think! Enjoy. :)

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Jake wasn't thinking clearly.

He didn't have a plan; he just knew that he had to show Daisy that she belonged to him. It was basic and primal. It was now or never.

The hold he had on her wrist was unbreakable; his fingers were a loose but firm bracelet. She wouldn't be going anywhere until he was well and ready to let her go.

They needed privacy while they had their "discussion." A huge, hulking run-down building came into his line of vision. The barn. Perfect.

Towing her behind him brusquely, Jake let go of her arm long enough to slide the large, wooden door open so that they could slide in, out of the harsh, cold, whipping wind.

Standing to the side, he waved her inside with an impatient jerk of his hand.

Hesitating for a second, Daisy quickly made up her mind and walked through the entrance of her own free-will.

This appeased the beast rising within Jake; she had come willingly enough.

Thud. The door closed ominously with an air of finality.

Peering at Jake through her lashes, Daisy was afraid to say the wrong thing. Too afraid to break the thin silence in the duskiness of the old barn where shadows played and danced, as she and Jake had at one time. The moaning wind and soft nickering of the horses were only the sounds besides the silence.

Daisy watched Jake as he paced back and forth in front of the horse stalls, his form highlighted by the muted light that filtered through the single window of the building.

On him the fitted, light blue denim shirt and contrasting dark jeans made him look model-worthy. She pulled self-consciously at her own dirt-smudged flannel and reached down to rub out a mysterious stain.

Her furious rubbing was halted by Jake entangling their hands together, effectually gaining her attention. Smoothing his thumb over her wedding ring seemed to further sooth the agitation and restlessness that was riding him hard.

Gazing up at him, Jake was lost in her amethyst eyes. His anger and confusion melted away and all he felt was her. Looking at Daisy, he knew that what he was doing was right; this was the only woman for him. He felt that down in his bones, to the center of his soul.

"Daisy, what is it? Why do you keep questioning this?" Holding her hand tightly, she couldn't turn away from him. He could see her eyes, see everything. "Why do you keep questioning us?"

Unsettled, Daisy pushed a hand through her mass of hair, "Us? Really, is there an 'us'?"

Daisy had never felt so exasperated and tired, "I don't understand you, Jake. How can I let you push me into this marriage when I believe in being with only one person, forever? I think you do too, Jake, so why do you want to marry me? The passably pretty mouse? You've taunted me since Junior High and ruined our friendship for no apparent reason."

Looking down at her boots, unshed tears gathered in her eyes and clogged her throat. "You're like a pet rattle-snake. People don't have them because you can't trust them not to bite you... I don't trust you enough to risk forever, Jake," she admitted softly.

One finger under her chin raised her face to meet his. Cupping the back of her head, Jake pressed his lips to Daisy's in a feather-light touch. "Forgive me, Daisy."

His hand came around to cradle her cheek as he pressed more light kisses to her forehead, temple, the tip of her nose and down the side of her neck. Everywhere he could reach. "Forgive me," he whispered in between kisses.

Stray tears slowly rolled down one cheek. Daisy tried to turn away but Jake held her fast, brushing the tears away. Nuzzling her ear, Jake whispered, "I want you, Daisy. I want every bit of you, every part."

"I-I-I...," Daisy stuttered in indecision. "I can't, Jake. It's too late." Pulling away from his embrace, Daisy wanted to get away, be anywhere but near Jake.

A roaring began, soft and pounding, that suddenly became a loud and persistent rushing sound that blotted out all thought.

Jake didn't think, couldn't think. All he could do was act.

Daisy hadn't pulled away quickly or fast enough. One second she was trying to slip past him and the next she was being hauled into one of the empty horse stalls.

He pushed Daisy in front of him and into the empty stall. He saw her wide eyes, clear amethysts looking for safety, saw her lick her lips nervously while backing up until she bumped into the far wall.

Jake just kept walking towards his target; she wasn't getting away.

He didn't stop until the tips of his boots touched hers and just a breath of space separated them. If one of them breathed too heavily, their chests would touch.

"Jake, I d-don't th-think this is a good idea..." Daisy stammered as Jake raised his arms, resting one on either side of her head, one tunneling into her mass of hair. This brought them into full contact from the waist-up, each feeling the other inhale and exhale.

"I know you don't trust me, Daisy Maze. And you shouldn't." Her eyes widened in alarm, the feeling of fight or flight settling in. She refused to look at him and concentrated on his chin. "I won't lie when I say that I won't be easy to live with. I'm hard-headed and controlling. But I love you, Daisy. I've tried to push you away, not wanting you to have to deal with me and my problems. But it won't work anymore, baby. I need you."

The hand in her hair tugged at a strand until she looked up at him, "I need you, Daisy." Leaning down, he grazed her mouth with his own. Against her lips, he whispered, "I don't sleep, Dais. I can't, because you're not there beside me." Another graze, "I dream about you, baby. Dream that I'm always running after you but can't catch you. No matter how hard I try, no matter how hard I run." A firmer press, "I want to keep you safe, give you everything you want." A nibble on her lower lip "Let me love you."

Resting his forehead against hers, he sighed, "Love me, Daisy. You're the only one that can."

Daisy reached up and caressed Jake's cheek; she gently cradled his face in her palm. She didn't have words, not after his heartfelt plea for her love. They had even shared the same dream of losing each other. After that, all of her excuses and fears slipped away. She couldn't find it in her heart to refuse him.

Rising up to her tip-toes, Daisy kissed Jake with all of the love she felt, with all of the emotion that she had kept bottled up for years, since he shut her out of his life.

Feeling her mouth move under his was too much and not enough at the same time. Jake had to be closer to Daisy, wanted to burrow inside her and feel her warmth and light.

Shifting a leg between hers, Jake had Daisy pinned against the wall and let his hands roam over every inch of her body. Sliding his hands up her waist, Jake firmly cupped her breasts, rolling and pinching her nipples through her clothes.

Daisy only stayed standing instead of melting into a puddle because of the wall and Jake's leg. However, she wasn't a passive rider this time. Her hands dove under Jake's shirt, feeling his smooth, warm skin.

Feeling his hands at the top button of her jeans was like a bucket of cold water. She didn't want to have her first time be in her old, run-down barn in one of the empty horse stalls. Dear Lord.

Pushing at his shoulders, Daisy tried to getting Jake off of her so she could explain this.

Exasperated, he was still touching her as she huffed, "Jake, I don't think this is smart..."

Jake was past thinking, he wanted Daisy. Needed to have her. "Its okay, Daisy. Just trust me; I'll take care of you, baby. Don't be afraid." He started kissing and licking her neck, leaving another damn hickey no-doubt. For one, hysterical moment Daisy could see Jake vamping-out and sucking her blood. Hmmm, Jake as a vampire. Sexy. Wait, no no no. Bad thoughts. Get sexy faux-vamp off and talk.

"Jake, I don't want my first time to be with you in a barn. I don't want this here..." she trailed off, not understanding the fallen look of despair on his face.

Jake hadn't heard Daisy's exact words, just; I don't want my first time to be with you and I don't want this.

Wildly he thought, She doesn't want me. She's denying me. No. Daisy can't, she's mine, and I'll show her. Mine.

Grabbing her wrists cruelly, Jake had Daisy pinned in a painful grip. "Oww. Jesus, what the hell, Jake?" Daisy demanded uneasily.

Breathing heavily, Daisy didn't know what to do. She can't control this wild Jake, was helpless it seemed in trying to convince him to let her go. A traitorous voice said, Go with it. You've always wanted him. Just take him, Daisy.

But this wasn't how it was supposed to be, how I pictured our first time together, she told the traitor within. Trying to squash her horny, inner slut.

Trembling under his roving hands, Daisy was lost in the sensation of his touch and the need he so easily invoked. Letting her head loll back, she felt his lips burn kisses down her throat. Laving and branding her. Leaving yet another hickey, her faux-vamp.

"That's it, baby. Let me feel you. I'll take good care of my Daisy," he crooned in her ear, nipping at her sensitive lobe.

To Jake, Daisy was wearing too many clothes. Impatient to touch her bare skin, Jake ripped her button-down shirt apart; buttons flying everywhere, leaving it hang in tatters at her sides.

Daisy's heavy breathing thrust her breasts so invitingly; Jake couldn't refuse her silent offer. Cupping them easily, he pinched and rolled her nipples through her simple black bra. I'll have to buy her lace and silk. Only the best for my Daisy.

Falling to his knees, Jake planned to worship this goddess in front of him. Reaching around, Jake unclasped her bra quickly, effortlessly. Maybe I won't even let her wear one of these damn things, he mused.

Gently he brought her hands to her breasts and made her take over where he left off. "Cup them, Daisy. Offer me that pretty little nipple, baby."

Jake's voice was low and guttural, almost pained in his want for her. Peeking at him from under her lashes, Daisy did as he asked, smiling wickedly.

Groaning, Jake wondered if he was a smart man, or one who liked to punish himself. Hovering, he breathed hot, moist air over her nipples. "Which one, Dais? Tell me what you want, baby."

Moaning, Daisy plumped both and bent down to offer one to Jake's lips.

Needing no further prompting, Jake eagerly took Daisy's nipple between his teeth and lightly bit down. Having her completely bare waist-up, Jake let his hands wander over every surface of her skin that he could. She was all smooth hollows and lush curves; perfect.

Switching nipples, Jake groaned at how sweet she tasted. Licking and rolling her nipples, he was in heaven; finally, he almost had Daisy where he wanted her -- underneath him.

But it wasn't enough. It wouldn't be enough until he had at least tasted her before he took her. Making her his.

Standing, Jake's hands glided up her body as he stood before her, never breaking contact. Looking into her eyes, he gave her no time to deny him. Instead he swooped down and took her lips with his own. Kissing her until she was as crazy as he was; if he could get her to be that insane he'd thank every God there was.

Prying her thighs apart, Jake pushed his hips right against hers, grinding into the sweet spot he wanted to feel so desperately. She felt the hard, unforgiving ridge of his cock. Her legs were balancing over his thighs, keeping her splayed for his exploring hands.

Roughly, Jake unzipped her jeans, and delved inside, shuddering at how wet she was, how smooth. "You shave your pussy, Daisy?" Licking the shell of her ear, he bit down, feeling her shiver against him. "Naughty girl."

"Jake, pl-please. I need... I need..." too shy to finish, Daisy hid her face in his strong, lickable neck.

"Mmmm, what do you need, my little Daisy?" Petting her pussy drove her mad, he was so close. Lifting her hips, Daisy tried to get his hand where she wanted.

Jake was having none of that, though. Every time she moved, he did too. All she ever got was the constant petting, not the penetration she wanted.

Glaring at him with dazed lust, Daisy demanded, "Touch my clit, Jake. Finger me."

Tsking her, he continued to play with her, "Say the magic words, Daisy." Taunting her, he dipped his thumb into her heat and spread her moisture to rub her clit.

One flick and she moaned as if in pain. Shifting her hips, she tried to get him to touch her just once more, once. That was all she needed. But the bastard had already moved back, just petting her at a damn leisurely pace; like he had all the time in the world.

"Pleaseee, Jake. Please touch me." She didn't care anymore, was so close to coming that she would beg for just one touch.

Yes! Now I've got her. Mine, she's mine. Jake took a nipple into his mouth and bit down a little bit harder than before while slowly circling her clit.

The mixture of pleasure and pain had Daisy crying out, helpless against Jake's sensual assault. Frantic in her desire to ebb her hunger for him. But it wasn't enough, she needed more.

"Wrong words, Daisy. Nice, but not what I'm looking for." Licking at her bottom lip, Jake's lips touched hers with every word he said. "Admit you're mine. That you belong to me, only me, Dais. I need that." Against her neck, low and soft, "Just as bad as I need you."

Slowly, Daisy wrapped her arms around Jake's neck and met his eyes. "I. Am. Yours." Nibbling at his lips, her mouth trailed down his neck until she found a hollow that she claimed as hers and gave him a frustrated bite. With a groan Jake looked at her incredulously, "Now, no more talking," trailing her hands down his back, she demanded, "Just touch me."

With a dangerous and lusty laugh, Jake did as his lady commanded, before she bit him again.

Slipping a finger through her folds, Jake thrust one into her wet pussy and moaned out loud at how good she felt. Another finger joined the first and Jake set a slow and steady pace

Resting her head against the rough, wooden wall, Daisy held onto Jake's hand and tried to hold him in place as she rode his finger. Letting her find her own pleasure, Jake watched Daisy as she thrust her hips back and forth, riding his hand until her eyes closed and a cry of pleasure escaped her lips.

Once her breathing had settled, Jake claimed Daisy's mouth, not stopping until he had her gasping again. "Now I'm going to make you mine, Daisy," he promised against her cheek.

Quickly, Daisy reached for Jake's hands which were unzipping the impressive bulge formed in his Levi's. Panic set in, she had to explain to Jake that she wanted him, but wanted to wait until... later. At least until they were just somewhere else, not about to do it like monkeys in the barn.

"Jake, just wait and hear me out." Seeing his lips press tightly together, Daisy knew he still didn't get it. Thick skilled, Dunderhead. Releasing his wrists, Daisy took his face between her hands and made him look at her. "I want you, Jake. I'm not trying to push you away. I just don't want my first time to be in my old barn." She waited patiently as realization slowly dawned.

Taking her hands in his, Jake brought first one palm and then the other to his lips, pressing a small kiss in each. "I am an idiot," he said slowly. "Daisy Maze, I had no clue; I had hoped, dreamed that I'd be your first, your only, but I never really thought I would be." His look was positively possessive and satisfied.

"Ohh and just who would I have been with, huh? When I was so hung up on you?" She waited expectantly, arching a brow at him.

Touching her, because he had to, because he finally could, Jake looked as though he was deep in thought as he slowly drove her crazy with his idle hands. "Hmmm. Well, I thought that damn Goofy Gowan might have tricked you into his bed. It's partly why I had the urge to end his existence." Nodding his head in mock seriousness, "Yes, now I suppose he can live since I know he didn't get his paws on my Daisy."

With a playful thump on his chest, Daisy shook her head in amusement at him.

Grinning, Jake let his hand brush over a nipple. At her moan, Jake leaned in for another long, slow kiss.

Pushing at his chest, Daisy slipped out of his embrace and just grabbed her shirt, yanking it quickly over her head.

Suddenly shy again, Daisy looked at the ground as she re-buttoned what she could of her shirt, knotting the ends together in a loop.

Not sure what to say, Daisy was about to turn to Jake when his arms came around her, holding her. Burying his face in her hair, Jake took a deep breath, loving her scent. Running his hands along the exposed skin of her tummy, as a result of her knotted shirt, Jake felt more content in this moment than in he had in years.

"Daisy," he breathed.

Leaning back against him, Daisy let Jake just hold her, let herself enjoy the feelings she thought she never would be able to with this man.

Taking one of his hands in hers, Daisy smiled at him, "Let's go home, Jake."

Allowing her to lead him out of the barn, Jake couldn't think of anything better.

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So this is it for this chapter. Another one coming (hopefully) sometime soon. And something for Jungle Man should be coming soon too. Thanks to all who vote and give feedback. Hope everyone had a terrific holiday! :)



The Gentle Cowboy Ch. 06



Note: Here's chapter 6! Finally! I wanted to thank everyone who sent me feedback and comments. Without them I may have just given into frustration and writer's block and stopped. Thank-you for pushing me to do more. This is for all of you reader's that helped give me the motivation. For that I truly do thank-you. :) With that said, enjoy the next chapter!

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"... And then he asked me to marry him... Well, gave me the choice of marrying him or lose the family farm," Daisy said to her best friend, Grace, relating all of the ongoing events of the past week.

Listening with owl eyes, Grace let out a low whistle, "How... romantic."

"Don't judge, Gracie. You know how I've felt about Jake since I was old enough to talk about said feelings." Sighing, she shrugged her shoulders, "I want him."

"Only want?" she questioned with a lift of her blonde brow.

Daisy threw her hands up in the air, "I love him. Okay. Love, love, love him."

"I get that, Daisy, but, I mean come on. The guy blackmailed you here." After a rude snort, Grace continued, "And they say chivalry is d-e-a-d?"

Eyes narrowed, she decided to ignore Grace's last remark, "I know it sounds bad." There was another mumble from Grace, Daisy just kept going, "But it's my life, Gracie. And I just wish you would be happy for me."

Grace stood up from her kitchen table and began to pace. "You understand how prehistoric you're being here? We aren't chattel anymore, Daisy." Fist raised in the air, she gave it a shake and a pump. "We are women of the 21st century. We can wear pants, vote, drink beer and be on top while doing it. This me Tarzan-you Jane, I take you to my tiki hut is a thing of the past, babycakes."

Rubbing her temples, Daisy was walking a thin line between laughter and insanity. "I might hurt you if you don't cut that Women's Lib crap, Grace. I'm aware of the year, but it doesn't change anything. I want Jake and I can finally have him now."   Interrupting her before she could say some smart-ass remark, Daisy persisted, "Plus, he said he loved me, Gracie. Loved me."

Plopping back down into her seat, Grace gave a resigned sigh. "I still think you need a full psych exam, but I know a lost cause when I see one." Smiling, she reached out and squeezed Daisy's hand, "I'm happy if you're happy."

"Good. Because I'm going to need your help getting this wedding put together within a month."

"A month?!" Grace exclaimed.

Shaking her head Daisy added with a gleam in her eye, "And I want you to be my maid of honor."

Grace let her head hit the table.

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Jake was feeling pretty... content.

Whistling as he was finishing up some paperwork, he was surprised to hear a knock on his office door. Looking up he expected to see Daisy or Miles. Instead it was Daisy's oldest brother, Matt.

"Matt, what brings you by?" Jake stood up to greet his old friend as he entered his study.

Smiling, Matt said in his usual carefree way, "Just thought I'd stop in, Jake. It's been a while."

Sitting back down, Jake indicated to one of the chairs in front of his desk, "I know, too long. I wasn't expecting to see you, but I'm glad you stopped by, had something I wanted to run by you."

Running a hand over his jaw line, Matt's eyes turned serious, "Yeah, I had a few questions myself."

Jake leaned back in his chair and opened his arms, "By all means, Matt, ask away."

Seconds ticked by, the silence getting slightly uncomfortable. "We used to be best friends, Jake. We share a past, I mean, I know about yours," at that Jake stiffened. "Don't go getting upset, but you know what I mean."

"No, spell it out for me, Matt," Jake said in a low voice.

Glancing over his shoulder to make sure they were alone, Matt leaned in closer, "I remember when we were kids, your dad and all that trouble you had with him..." Matt trailed off at the dark look in Jake's eyes. "Look, I'm not here to rehash the past, I just want to know why this sudden interest in my sister. You used to tease her mercilessly and I let you because I was a stupid brother, but I've seen how that hurt my sister."

Jake just continued to look at him blankly. Sighing, Matt ran his hands through his hair, "I just want to make sure you're not going to hurt her anymore, Jake. I wasn't the best brother, didn't even protect her from my own friend's cutting remarks, but I not that same jerk-off. I wanna make sure you understand what I'm saying here, Jake. I want to leave here knowing that I can trust that you're... past isn't going to affect how you treat my sister."

Nodding, "I understand, Matt. And you have no reason to worry about Daisy." He gave a short, bitter snort, "Hell, she's the only that's safe."

Matt sent Jake a look of understanding, "I know you had a tough time of it, bud. You're dad was one of the meanest drunks I've crossed, and I know that affected you." He shook his head, "Hell, you shut all of us out."

Jake shot up out of his chair. He walked to look out the window and focused on breathing, focused on picturing Daisy's face.

"She keeps me sane, Matt. I used to try to push her away, thought I was too damaged by that son of a bitch." Simmering anger and rage hoarsened Jake's voice. He turned to his friend, "But I need her, Matt. I'm done lying to myself."

With a searching look, Matt asked, "You won't hurt her?"

"Never." It was a statement of fact.

Letting go of a breath, he didn't know he had been holding, Matt stood up and thumped his friend on the back. "I'm glad. I know you're a good man, Jake."

The two men looked each other in the eye, and knew they were both speaking the truth.

"So, now that that's settled, what was it you wanted to ask me?" Matt asked as he sat back down.

Jake returned to his leather chair and grinned. "I wanted to see if you'd be open to being my best man."

Shock rounded Matt's eyes, "Jake, I-I-..." Standing up, he bowed low with a smirk, "It would be an honor."

Sighing, Jake just shook his head, "Quit being an idiot. Or I'll change my mind."

Matt stood up straight and tipped his hand off his forehead, military fashion, "Yes, sir."

"Should've gone with the other brother," Jake groaned to himself.

Giving him an 'are-you-kidding' look, Matt just shook his head. "Pssh, you joking? First off, Mack is too young; he wouldn't know what to do. Probably get light beer and male strippers. Second, Maddox is too serious, he'd never part with his books long enough to fulfill best man requirements. Third, they both would throw a god-awful Bach party in comparison to, yours truly here."

It was Jake's turn to smirk, "Then I guess I can't replace you."

"Nope. I'm numero uno here, bud."

"Well that settles it." Elbows on the desk, Jake leaned forward. "Here anything from Daisy lately?"

Matt lifted a brow, "She's your fiancé. Shouldn't you know?"

It was Jake's turn to sift his hands through his hair in frustration, "She told me I had to give her some time and space. Since I'm 'being ridiculous' with my wedding demands she's cut my visitation privileges."

"That's priceless. What demands are she upset with?" laughed Matt.

Looking around the office, in a nonchalant manner, "I just said that she had two weeks before I hauled her down the aisle."

Matt's eyes bugged out. "You gave a woman, my sister, only two weeks to plan her wedding? Buddy, I'm a dude here too, but the ladies take this marriage stuff a little differently than us."

Rubbing the back of his neck, Jake grimaced, "Yeah, she's already informed me of that fact... talked me into giving her a full month."

Grinning, Mat nodded in agreement, "So generous of you there."

"I can't wait much longer than that; with all of the planning and organizing she says she can only see me on certain days at certain times. Complete bull. I'm going to go see Daisy today, whether it's a visitation day or not." Jake shuddered, "I'll even offer my help with the wedding plans."

Nodding, Matt added, "It takes a brave man to go cake shopping."

Jake threw a paper ball at him.

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"Hello, I'm Daisy McKean, Mrs. Jake McKean." Daisy looked at her reflection at the bridal shop. Standing on the pedestal-dais in front of the floor-length mirror, she looked at herself critically.

Rotating to her side, Daisy let out a puff of frustration. She hated this one too.

"Momma, this one isn't it. I don't feel it," she said.

Nodding her head, Donna Jones agreed with her daughter. "It takes away from your figure the way it cinches in at the hips." Placing her hands where she was referring to, "See here? Just won't do." Shaking her head, Donna turned to the other person in the room besides the dress consultant, "What do you think, Grace?"

Standing up, Grace moved over to stand by the ladies. Smiling at her best friend, Grace tried to find a way to tactfully tell Daisy that the dress the consultant had pulled was heinously atrocious.

Pursing her lips, she began, "Well, it's not a total loss." When the other two women looked at her as if she were crazy, she gave a slight wince and told the truth. "Alright, it quite possibly might be the most appalling dress ever made."

"Amen," Daisy breathed.

Sending the consultant an apologetic look, Grace tried not to chuckle at Daisy and continued slowly, "I think you need something a bit less matronly and more fitted. Especially your top half." Placing her hands on Daisy's small waist, "Look how small you are, I'm so envious of you I could spit."

Laughing, Daisy slapped her friend's hands away, "You are just silly, Grace. You have one of those voluptuous figures with curves I'd die for. And I'm not even going to talk about the breast envy you inspire," Daisy joked, having talked about this with her friend for years now. Both envying what the other had.

"And I've got child-bearing hips that could go on for days," Donna Jones jumped in. "Now, back to the dress situation, what do you think Grace? You seemed to be on to something with the fitted top."

Clearing her throat delicately, Grace stifled a laugh when Daisy rolled her eyes at her mother. "I think a fitted top, maybe corset-like, with a fuller bottom would look lovely on Miss Daisy here."

Looking at Consultant Rose, Donna asked the woman if she had anything like that.

Raising her eyebrows at the three, Rose mumbled that she would be back with something that they might find pleasing to their taste.

The three burst into a fit of giggles the minute the woman left.

Wiping a tear from her eye, Grace confessed, "That dress truly is hideous. I mean, besides the fact that it swallows you; the dress looks like it was attacked with a glue gun and a few tons of sequins."

Gasping in horror, Daisy looked at Grace accusingly, "And you were trying to tell me it 'wasn't a total loss.' Why Grace Allistare, I believe you were trying to ruin my wedding."

Donna shook her head in mock agreement, "That must be it, Daisy. She saw a chance and took it."

Playing along with the Jones's antics, Grace put a hand to her forehead and sighed dramatically, "You caught me, Ladies. It was all a devious plan."

Laughing, the women were surprised to hear Rose clear her throat to announce her presence.

"What is the verdict?" Rose asked, holding a beautiful dress on a hanger.

Daisy gasped. Donna and Grace gasped.

Stepping down from the dais, Daisy quickly walked over to the dress and gently took it from Rose.

Hurrying to the dressing room, Daisy called out, "Momma, come unzip me, please. I think this one might be..." Trailing off, Daisy waited to be let out and set free of the disaster dress.

Slipping on the new dress, Daisy turned for her mother to do up the back. Turning slowly, Daisy saw her mother's eyes light up and become misty.

Smiling, Daisy knew before she saw herself that this dress had potential. Taking the step up, she raised her head and looked at herself in the mirror.

She looked over to Grace and her mother who held hands and gazed up at her in awe.

Instantly, all three women started crying.

Getting down from the pedestal, Daisy was wrapped in a teary group hug with her mother and Grace.

Holding out a box of tissues, Consultant Rose smiled at the threesome, knowing she had finally pleased her customer... And made a sale.

"Ohh, Daisy, honey, you look breathtaking." Donna was so happy for her little girl.

Nodding, Grace winked, "You'll blow ole Jake away."

Blushing, Daisy took one final look before confirming everyone's thoughts, "This is the one. The dress that I'll marry Jake in."

Hello, I'm Mrs. Daisy McKean, she thought to her reflection. Daisy smiled, Sounds perfect.

"Looks perfect," drawled a deep voice from behind.

Turning around, Daisy dreaded seeing who her brain already told her it was.

She gasped and tried to cover herself with her hands. The women formed a line in front of her, trying to shield her from the intruder.

She groaned three words, "Dammit, Jake McKean!"

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I know this might not be what was expected/wanted after such a long wait. But I have ideas for other continuations of the story and characters that I had to introduce some new ones. Logic behind the madness, I swear :) Anyways, look for more later. Maybe another month or so for an installment of this or Jungle. Thanks again for all of the feedback and encouragement!!!

-MG 



The Gentle Cowboy Ch. 07



So sorry for the long wait. I have no excuse except for lack of time. Now, I'm back and just trying to focus on my writing. :) Happy reading!

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Daisy narrowed her eyes and pointed her finger through the body wall her mother and Grace had formed. "You better be a figment of my imagination and not really here, Jake McKean!"

"Shield your eyes, young man. Or there will be naught but bad luck in your marriage," Donna Jones warned her son to be.

With a sigh and a quarter turn, Jake covered his eyes, "I'm just a desperate man who wants to see his soon-to-be bride." Peeking through his fingers, "You drove me to this, Daisy."

An indignant snort and shuffling feet were all that met Jake's accusation.

"I'll be out in a minute to deal with you, Jake." Daisy's voice got fainter as they headed in a procession towards the changing room.

Jake grinned at who he assumed to be the dress consultant.

After a once over and indignant sniff, Rose turned on the heel of her matronly, black pump.

Leaning against the farthest wall, Jake kept his back to the ladies. He didn't turn around until he felt what must have been Daisy's fists, pounding against his back.

"Ohh, you, you... you man!" Daisy narrowed her eyes, propped her fist on her hips and squinted up at Jake in what she hoped was an intimidating stance. "Couldn't you just wait until I came by later? But no, you're 'big bad Jake McKean,'" Dasiy mocked in a low voice. "Does as he pleases."

"Oh come on now, Darlin'. I just couldn't wait to see you," grinning, Jake reached out and pushed a thick tendril of hair from her eyes. His hand came down to curve around her cheek.

Flustered at his attention in front of everyone, Daisy mumbled, "Well, Jake, I don't know why you couldn't just wait and had to come down here, where I'm trying on wedding dresses. Which you can't see or we'll have bad luck, awful luck, the worst if you had seen my dress, Oh God.. Just imagine if you had – did you? What color was it –"

Jake cut her off with a kiss, effectively bringing her small tirade to a screeching halt. 

Cupping her face with one hand and snaking his other arm around her waist, Jake pulled Daisy closer, deepened his kiss. Starting out as playful, the kiss grew into a hot, open-mouth taking as Jake devoured and conquered Daisy's lips with his own.

Hearing a whistle, Jake pulled his head back, breaking their heated exchange. He stared down into Daisy's now slumberous eyes that were smoky with desire and something else that he could only pray for.

At a tsking sound they both turned and looked sheepishly at the trio of women gawking at them.

"All that was missing was the popcorn," Grace, Daisy's best friend joked.

The attendant murmered, "I feel like I need a cigarette after that." 

"At least I'll be getting grand-babies soon," beamed Mrs. Jones.

Choking, Daisy looked up at Jake, partly horrified but mostly amused.

"Wouldn't wanna disappoint your mama, now would we?" Jake winked and gave Daisy a squeeze.

Sputtering, Daisy pulled free from a smirking Jake, she was at a loss at what to say. "This is just pure madness," she laughingly sighed.

Grabbing her hand, Jake brought it up to his lips and brushed a feather light kiss to Daisy's knuckles. "Pure madness," he agreed. "Spend the rest of the day with me, Daisy."

Eyes widening at his request, Daisy shook her head, "Jake there's no way I can go anywhere now. I need to go finalize plans with the caterer, stop by the church and make sure the programs are ordered and will be here on time, and a hundred and one other things." Squinting up at him, she playfully jabbed him in the chest, "You wanted this wedding to happen within a month. I need every moment I can find to make this happen, Jake. Weddings don't get planned on their own."

Sighing, Jake was afraid he was going to have to resort to drastic measures of persuasion when Mrs. Jones cut in, "Oh, Daisy honey. You go with Jake here, and leave all that finalizing to me. Why, Gracie here and I can get it all done. You've seen and ordered what you want done." 

Grabbing Gracie by the arm, Mrs. Jones spun the girl around and started for the front of the shop. "We'll make sure everything is perfect, won't we Gracie?"

Daisy could only assume that Gracie's giggle meant that they would because they were out the door before Gracie could say anything to really reassure Daisy.

"Well then. Looks like everything turned out perfect," Jake reached for Daisy's hand, effectively gaining her attention.

"For you, maybe," Daisy huffed.

Lacing his fingers through hers, Jake brought her hand up to his chest and said, quite dramatically, "My heart, I only ask for a little of your time."

Trying to keep a straight face, Daisy turned to the consultant that hadn't left. Probably wondering if I'm going to get the dress and if she'll get her a commission, Daisy figured.

Clearing her throat the consultant confirmed Daisy's thoughts, "May I wrap up the dress for you, Miss?"

Daisy gave a nod, "That would be great, thank you, Rose. I'll be back to get it tomorrow."

A few more pleasantries were exchanged and before she knew it, Jake was steering her out the door and towards his massive black truck.

"Shouldn't I maybe follow you? I don't want to leave my car here and –" Daisy trailed off at the look Jake gave her.

Releasing her hand, Jake maneuvered Daisy between him and the truck. "Afraid to be completely alone with me, honey?" With a smile that was more predatory than friendly, Jake bent to whisper in her ear, "I want you to myself. No family. No friends. No intruders. Just you and me. Give me this one afternoon, Daisy Maze."

Her heart fluttered at the nickname. "Alright. Let's go. But you behave." Turning to get into the truck she squeaked when she felt a smack on her behind.

"What the-" Daisy glanced back just in time to see a chuckling Jake make his way to the drivers side.

"Jake McKean. We are in public." Daisy tried to hide her smile.

He sent her a wink, "Best get in the truck then, darlin'."

Laughing, Daisy opened the door and hopped in. She spotted a picnic basket in the back, "Where are we going then?"

Starting the car, Jake sent her a sideways glance, "It's a surprise, darlin'."

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Forty-five minutes later, Daisy found herself sitting on a red and white, checkered blanket. She looked out at a scene that she hadn't seen in years.

"This river hasn't changed much in the past fifteen years, has it? Still as beautiful as ever." Daisy looked over at Jake who was on his side, looking at her.

"It's changed, but it's still beautiful, always has been. Always will be." Keeping his eyes locked with her, Daisy knew he was talking about her and not the river.

Blushing, Daisy looked away, watching the water flow. "Why did you bring me here, Jake? I haven't come back here since that day..." Trailing off Daisy knew she didn't need to finish, Jake knew what day she was talking about.

Thrusting a hand through his already wind-tossed hair, Jake didn't know where to begin. "Daisy, I have no excuse for what I said all those years ago." Looking into her eyes, his seemed to beg her to understand, "The only thing I can say is the truth; I was trying to protect you."

"From what, Jake? What could you have been protecting me from that you severed our friendship? That you said the hurtful things you did?" Wrapping her arms around herself as though to protect herself from the memories she thought were long buried. 

"Myself, Dais," he whispered.

Daisy just sent him a questioning look, encouraging him to go on.

Restless, Jake stood up and began to pace. "You know, better than anyone, how evil my father was and could be," Jake spat the words out like they were acid. "You saw the bruises, the scars. Hell, there were times you couldn't even touch me because it hurt too bad."

The look Jake gave Daisy made her shiver, his eyes were devoid of emotion when he talked about his past.

"Don't look at me like that, Daisy. I don't want your pity." He regarded her coolly, fierce male pride and lost little boy rolled into one.

Holding his eyes with her tear filled ones, Daisy tried to make him understand, "I don't pity you, Jake. I feel sorry for the little boy who was my best friend. The little boy who no one knew needed help from a man that should have loved and cared for him but instead hurt and abused him. I feel sorry for not being allowed to be there for you, sorry that you shut me out and I let you."

Jake dropped to his knees beside her. "You couldn't be there for me, Daisy. I couldn't take the chance that you'd get hurt."

"By who, Jake? You're dad would just ignore me or we would hide from him when he came looking for you. Why were you so worried about me that you brought me here to this same spot and broke our friendship and my heart all those years ago?" 

Reaching out, Jake wiped at the tears trailing down Daisy's face with his thumbs. "Me, Daisy. I was the one I was protecting you from." Her eyes widened and he went on. "One day we were playing behind one of my barns, some game that I can't even remember. But what I do remember was that you won and I lost."

Jake was looking over Daisy's shoulder, as if he could see that day play out in front of him. "I was so mad, Daisy. I was twelve, I shouldn't have been so upset by losing, but I was." Closing his eyes, Jake's expression became pained. "I was so mad, Daisy. I grabbed you and pushed you, as hard as I could. You fell and scraped your arms and legs. Do you remember that?"

Daisy shook her head and reached for his hand, "Jake, we were kids. Kids do stupid things."

His eyes opened and seemed to beg for forgiveness. "I knew then that you weren't safe around me, Dais. I was afraid that if I hurt you over losing some silly, made-up game, what would I do next? What if the next time I was mad I hit you? I wouldn't have been able to live with myself, Daisy."

Grabbing her by the shoulders, he gave her a little shake. "I could have hurt you, Daisy. And I wasn't willing to take that chance. I was scared for years that I would turn out like that son-of-a-bitch. That I was too damaged to be around people; be around you."

"So you 'protected' me by verbally hurting me instead?" Daisy air quoted. A fiery look was Jake's only warning before she launched herself at him. She threw a few blows at his chest, hurting her fists more than him, yet lecturing him the entire time. "You stupid, man! You hurt me just as much as if you had hit me that day."

Catching her hands with his own, Jake rolled her and ended up on top of Daisy on the blanket. Holding her fists on either side of her head, Jake battled with groaning and laughing. "You aren't making this easy, Sugar." He couldn't resist nuzzling the little hairs by her ear, "I'm trying to apologize here."

Breathless, Daisy couldn't find the steam that she used to attack Jake. "Well, by all means. Go on."

Jake feathered a kiss to her forehead, "I'm sorry." Her left cheek, "I'm sorry." Right cheek, "I'm sorry."

He pulled back and looked into her luminous amethyst eyes, "Sorry."

Daisy lifted her head and met his lips above her own, telling him with the mold of her mouth how she felt.

Tugging against the hold he still had on her wrists, Jake let go and Daisy slid her hands into his hair. Deepening the kiss, Daisy moaned as Jake trailed his hands down her body.

They both gasped when he finally cupped her breasts. Daisy brought her legs up and wrapped them around Jake's waist, feeling his muscles tense beneath her thighs.

Jake couldn't help the slow rocking motion when he felt Daisy's legs locked around him, her feet a bundle at the base of his back.

"Daisy, honey. We need to stop this," Jake growled out as he ground his arousal into her.

Her eyes were rolling into the back of her head when he did that, grinding into the absolute perfect spot, and he wanted to stop? She didn't think so.

Grabbing his hips, Daisy ground against him in rhythm, "Jake, I want you. Now. I don't want to wait any longer."

Slipping her hands under his shirt, she enjoyed the feel of his smooth, hot skin. His moan encouraged her to slip her hands to the front of his jeans and undo the button that kept her from the one thing she desired.

Just as Daisy was about to delve inside to find her prize, Jake took both of her hands and pinned them above her head again.

Breathing heavily, Jake just shook his head as he looked down at her. "This isn't why I brought you out here, Daisy Maze."

Frustrated and left wanting, Daisy frowned, "Well why then? Get me all revved up and then not put out? Very ungentlemanly, cowboy."

Chuckling, Jake nosed at her ear while he tried to calm down, "I'm trying to be a gentleman, Darlin'. It ain't as easy as it looks, and I'm just a beginner."

"Why start now then?" she murmured as she pushed her hips against his.

"Woman." Jake took an unsteady breath. "What you do to me." Pressing a hard, quick kiss to her mouth, Jake rolled off of her before she could tempt him with another roll of her hips.

Daisy turned to her side to pout at him, "Very disappointed, cowboy."

Jake smiled a genuine smile as he reached out to stroke her cheek, "I just want everything to be perfect for you, Daisy Maze."

"I've come to the conclusion that having you anywhere would be perfect enough."

The look he sent her had her toes curling; Jake stood up and went over to the picnic basket

Lifting the one flap, he pulled out a blue folder and came back to sit beside Daisy.

"Here," he sighed as he handed it to her. Looking out at the river, Jake didn't see her eyes widen with surprise.

"Jake... I can't even begin to tell you what this means to me." Daisy's eyes misted as she re-read the official documents in her hands.

Be it known and proclaimed to all that Donald Ray Jones is recorded as the true and legal owner of the property Northern Star Ranch.

Both her father and Jake had signed and dated at the bottom

"You signed the ranch over to my father... over a week ago." She looked at him questioningly.

Jake didn't look at her as he explained, "Yeah, your father was surprised, didn't understand why I was buying his ranch and handing it back over to him." Jake shrugged, "I just said good Samaritan duty." 

Suddenly, he stood up and began pacing. "I was wrong, Dais. Went about this all ass-backwards. I shouldn't have forced you into this agreement, Darlin'. It was wrong and cowardly of me... I'm pushing and intimidating you into marriage. What kind of man does that?"

Daisy's lips trembled as she tried to understand his meaning, "So you regret all of this? You want to call everything off?"

Jake looked at her then. "No, Darlin'. Don't go misunderstanding me."

Shaking her head, Daisy threw her hands up in the air in frustration. "Well, what am I supposed to understand, Jake? Spell it out."

"I'm trying to give you a choice, dammit." He started pacing alongside the blanket. 

"Ohh." Picking at the invisible lint on her jeans, Daisy murmured, "I see."

"No, Darlin', you don't." Jake stopped pacing and knelt in front of Daisy. "If I force you to go through with this, force you to marry me, then I am the monster that I've been so afraid of becoming."

He held up a hand when she started to speak. "You deserve the best, Dais. And I'm far from the best, but I'm selfish. I need you, enough that I was resorting to underhanded ways to get you. But I realize that I have to give you a choice."

Daisy nodded for him to continue.

Jake inhaled deeply. "I'm going to leave you alone for this next week. You decide whether or not you want me. If by the end of the week you decide that you do, then meet me at the alter. If you don't, well, I guess I'll find out the hard way."

Blowing out a shaky breath, Daisy looked at him questioningly. "But if I don't show up.. Jake I can't just leave you at the alter. That would be..."

"Embarrassing," he finished. "After what I've put you through, even before all of this, it's no less than I deserve."

Jumping to her feet, Daisy started to pace. "This isn't a better solution, Jake. I would feel too guilty to not show..."

Grabbing her hand, Jake stilled her pacing. "Don't. Don't feel guilty, Daisy." Pulling her back down to the blanket, Jake settled her into his lap, wrapping his arms around her.

"Jake..." Daisy's voice broke as she looked up into his handsome face, a face she could look at for eternity.

Nuzzling a spot behind her ear, Jake hid from her gaze. "It's your choice, Daisy. It should've always been your choice."

Daisy sat in his lap, enjoying the feeling of his arms holding her tight. This is where I'm meant to be...

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Thanks to everyone who has supported this story and me. All of the e-mails and comments have not been left in vain. I read and cherished them all. It is because of all of the positive feedback that I came back to finish these stories. So I dedicate this to you, Dear Readers. You are the best. :)

- MG