A/N: Hello, again, lovely readers. We hope you enjoy this chapter as much as we enjoy bringing it to you. This is the morning after, and what a delicious morning after it is.

Once again, our thanks go out to our awesome beta, SweetThunder for sharing her special talents to make this story even more special.

Yes, Stephenie Meyer still owns the Twilight characters, but WE OWN WESTWARD! He belongs to us and we like to play with him. We hope all you guys do too!

So now, please enjoy….

Westward

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The Marksman

Chapter 9 - Awakening

"Is it done?" Arrow demanded of Hank and Rufus. It was obvious to anyone observing they were covered with dust and weary from the long ride back to the Valle Verde. Arrow also noticed they were conspicuously short one companion.

"Yeah, it's done," Hank sighed dejectedly. The two hired hands hopped down from the wagon seat and began unhitching Captain from the harness.

"Where's Dunbar?" Cassius asked, stepping out onto the porch, leaning casually against one of the posts. Though it seemed he had already guessed the answer.

"Dead."

"What do you mean dead?" Arrow growled menacingly. He really didn't want to have to find a new man to run the help.

"Jes' what I said. He's dead," Hank's retort was laced with accusation as he glared at Rufus. Rufus, at least, had the good sense to look abashed.

"What happened?" Arrow's angry glare narrowed in on Rufus who was busy trying to look as invisible as he could.

"We was just a finishin' stringin'em up like you said, and somehow Masen come to and grabbed James' pistol and was making like he was gonna shoot. So I took a shot and was aiming for Masen but somehow it caught James."

"And just where did you shoot Dunbar?" Arrow growled. Cassius on the other hand had a wicked smirk plastered across his face, almost as if to ask Arrow why he'd bothered hiring these two half-wits.

"Well, it looked like nothin' but his shoulder. Next thing he was hollerin' something awful, so we loaded him up in the wagon, but a few miles outside of town he got real quiet."

"I checked him and he was dead as a doornail," Hank piped in with a quick nod of his head.

"So we dumped him in a holler and hightailed it back here." Rufus shrugged his shoulders.

"Of all the damned fool things...You checked him? You don't have enough smarts in your head to put your shoes on the right feet, how would you know if someone is dead? You better hope you're right." Arrow wagged his finger dangerously close to Rufus' face and then stormed back into the sprawling ranch house. He wanted to gain his composure, Arrow hated looking flustered in front of his hired help. Cassius glared sharply at the two men left standing in the courtyard. His red eyes seemed to pierce them to their very souls, testing their mettle. As soon as their eyes met with his, they cast their heads down and waited fearfully until the receding footfalls indicated that Cassius had returned inside.

"You sure he was dead Hank?" Rufus asked nervously.

"I...I think so." The lack of confidence in Hank's voice was not in the least bit reassuring.

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Ward was having the most relaxing dream. He was sunk deeply into a plush feather bed, his head buried in soft down pillow. He curled his arm around the pillow and pulled it closer under his chin. His dream pillow began shaking and he grunted and began trying to knead the pillow back into submission. The clearing of a throat roused him from his dream and he became aware of the woman wrapped in his arms. He cracked one eye opened and noticed the comfortable, soft weight of Bella's breast in his hand.

She cleared her throat again and said, "Eddie. I need to get up." He could feel her small hands working to remove his arms from around her. "Edward," she hissed louder, "you need to let go."

He grunted and closed his eye again, the current placement of his hand not fully registering in his sleep-soaked mind. Small fingers began to pry away his hands and for a brief moment he tightened his grip. When Bella started giggling, wakefulness seeped into his brain and the implications of where his hands were lingering started clamoring at his consciousness. He was certainly not trying to take advantage of Bella; he'd just gotten very comfortable. Reluctantly, he released his grasp and they both struggled to a sitting position.

Bella scrambled up and walked a short distance away and behind a large rock. Ward squatted down and felt the coals from the small fire, hoping there was still enough warmth to spark a new blaze to life, but they were cold. No sense in starting a new fire anyway, they needed to get moving before the heat of the day caught up with them.

The purplish-gray haze of night was beginning to lift, giving way to the light of morning. Bella came back, fresh-faced and smoothing her skirt down. Her cheeks were still slightly tinged pink. She had been more than a bit surprised to feel Ward's hand enthusiastically kneading her breast and even more surprised at her body's reaction to his touch. And for some unknown reason, she couldn't contain the giggles that were caused by her nervous embarrassment.

When she sat down on one of the flat brown rocks that had sheared off of the cliffs above at some point in ancient history, she kept her gaze pointedly turned away, not wanting to meet his eyes. An awkward sort of tension was humming between them. Ward had returned to sit in the same place he'd been when they woke, staring blankly into the ashes of their fire.

As he leaned forward again to poke a stick at the small pile of burnt wood and ash, a sort of resolve settled over him. He hopped up to his feet and gave a loud groan as he stretched his arms high above his head. When he dropped his arms, Bella was still stubbornly avoiding looking at him. He hadn't planned on getting handsy with her, but how could you blame any warm blooded male when he had a beautiful woman in his arms.

He'd struggled with that fact, trying to reconcile the woman Bella had become with the girl she once was. With a sigh and another stretch he silently offered his hand to help Bella stand. Her own hand was tentative as she grasped onto his. When her eyes slowly rose to meet his, Ward managed to catch her gaze for just a moment and smiled sheepishly. Her cheeks bloomed rosy red and she looked down quickly, studying her swaddled feet intently. He was surprised when he could feel a blush heating up his own cheeks. Ward had very little to blush over anymore but he had never been in this situation before. Apparently they were going to pretend like nothing had happened.

"So which direction do we go from here?" He asked softly.

Bella studied their surroundings and tried to center her feelings. It was difficult to block out the feelings invoked by Ward's proximity. Every time she'd move away from him in an attempt to clear her head, he would follow, matching her step for step. She turned abruptly and landed with her nose nearly buried in his chest. She took a deep breath, enjoying the musky scent that lingered on his shirt, before stepping back.

"You stay! I need a little bit of space please." She didn't mean for her voice to sound so cross, but when he was this close, she couldn't think straight, she could barely keep her knees from giving out.

"Sorry. I didn't realize I was interferin' with your magic." He held his hands up and walked slowly backward, a playful smirk on his face.

"It's not magic," Bella grumbled as she strode away, moving closer to the stream they'd come to the night before.

She knelt by the bank and scooped her hand into the chilly water, letting it dribble slowly through her fingertips. Again, she tried to center her feelings, but wasn't having much luck. She growled in frustration, earning a chuckle from Ward who had been watching her intently from a short distance away. She turned her back on him in frustration still kneeling by the water.

"I'm not getting any kind of feeling at all. I don't know which direction to go." She suddenly felt a ripple of gooseflesh erupt over her skin and that tense thrum in the air that only ever came when he was near.

"You sure you're not feeling anything?" His voice was low and husky and right in her ear. She jumped a little and her breath caught in her throat when she realized he was squatted down right behind her. She felt his warm hand cup her shoulder and travel slowly down her arm. She spun around abruptly, nearly toppling backward into the creek. She would have surely ended up soaked once again if she hadn't grabbed on to Ward's shoulder as she felt his right hand grip her waist.

Slowly her eyes made the foray up his perfectly sculpted body. The opening at the neck of the buckskin shirt allowed her a glimpse of the light dusting of hair at the top of his chest causing her fingers to itch with an irrational desire to caress his skin. Her eyes continued their journey, wandering over the sun-kissed skin of his neck and up to the hair-roughened angles of his strong jaw. When she reached the full curve of his lower lip, she paused, unable to keep her tongue from moving to wet her own suddenly dry lips. Their noses were nearly touching, and she could feel the movement of his breath as it bathed her face with its warmth. She noticed that both their breaths were coming in shortened pants. "I...I meant about which way..." she couldn't continue, the words lodging in her throat as her eyes finally met his dark green gaze.

"I know what you meant," he cut her off and pulled her forward so that she was on her knees instead of resting unbalanced on her haunches. As he knelt in front of her he brought his left hand to her shoulder and slowly stroked it with the tip of his thumb. "I'm sorry about the way we woke up. It was ungentlemanly of me and it won't happen again."

Her dark brown eyes widened just a bit and with a touch of disappointment in her voice she asked, "It won't?" Ward cocked and eyebrow and a lazy smile curled onto his lips.

"Would you want it to?"

"No! Yes...I mean… I don't know? I guess I was just surprised is all..." Her cheeks flamed with embarrassment and her eyes found a small pebble on the ground between them that suddenly became exceedingly more interesting to her than Ward's face.

Mixed emotions warred within him. On the one hand she was still his childhood friend and he felt like her protector, but on the other he couldn't ignore the woman she'd grown into, or the feelings she stirred up in him even before he knew who she was and he didn't know how to protect her from himself. Now, more than anything in his life, he wanted to kiss her.

Gently he lifted her chin with his finger, but she still wouldn't look at him. She had almost no experience with the strange new feelings of longing--not just any longing, she'd felt that before, but longing for the touch of a man –and need that were pulsating through her body. She couldn't bear to look into Ward's face and see pity or mocking in his eyes.

"Hey," he called softly.

She shook her head and started pulling back. If a large black hole had opened up between them she would have gladly jumped in without a second thought. His right arm tightened around her while his left thumb stroked the apple of her cheek, branding it with his soft touch.

He dipped his head lower stroking the side of her nose with his, their lips nearly touching as their breaths mingled in shallow puffs.

"If you don't want this tell me to stop," he whispered softly.

His warm breath fanned across her cheek sending a new wave of tingles down her neck. She closed her eyes and relished the newly familiar sensation. With only her instincts to go on, she licked her lips again and lifted her face just slightly whispering, "Don't stop."

Those two words charged the air and sent Ward's heart to racing. When had a woman ever had this kind of effect on him?

He moved his left hand to the back of her neck and tangled his fingers loosely into her long, wild, mane of hair, as he pulled her closer to him. Her fingers gripped his shoulders as if she were holding on for dear life. Cautiously, he brushed his lips over hers, feeling the moistness. He covered her mouth more fully with his own, gently sucking and savoring. She was fairly trembling and they were both kneeling at an awkward angle, making it difficult to properly enjoy the embrace.

He wrapped his right arm more firmly around her back and pulled them to kneel up tall, and consequently closer together. Bella gasped slightly at the sensation of their bodies touching from lips to knees. She snaked her hands under his arms and curled them up around the back of his shoulders anchoring them together. They pulled apart briefly and she kept her eyes shut. Ward softly whispered "Bella, don't be afraid, I'm not going anywhere." She slowly fluttered her eyes open.

His emerald green gaze was ablaze with desire, which caused a rush of...well of something, though Bella had no idea what to call it, but she was very much overtaken by all of these new feelings coursing through her like a river after the rain.

A small smile played at the corners of her mouth. She'd just been kissed. For the first time. By her Eddie. He returned the smile and they both dove back together with enthusiasm, their hands roaming over each other's back. Ward teased the seam of her lips with his tongue, coaxing them apart. They both groaned in mutual satisfaction when she opened her mouth slightly, letting her own tentatively searching tongue meet his.

Bella thrilled at the waves of pleasure that coursed down her spine, but at the same time, she experienced a feeling of safety in Edward's embrace. She was holding on to his shirt with both fists, nearly dying for air but not wanting this kiss to end. She was only just starting to be aware of the rough prickle of his stubbly beard on her chin and cheeks. They broke apart, both gasping for breath.

After a few moments, she relaxed her grip on his shirt and he dropped his hand from her hair. She leaned up against his broad chest and tried desperately to get her heart beat under control. He hugged her close to his chest as he absently stroked her hair.

"Would it scare you terribly if I said that I plan on doing that again?" he asked in a rough, almost breathless voice.

"It would scare me if you didn't," she replied, her voice equally husky. She leaned her head up and looked into his smiling eyes.

"You were always in here," Ward said, resting his left hand briefly over his heart. "I'm sorry I didn't recognize you." Somehow Bella had been able to pull back the curtain that the real Edward Cullen had been hiding behind; that hardened mask of a gunfighter. Ward realized he hadn't been this vulnerable since the last time he saw Bella and her family leave Philadelphia.

Bella ducked her head down and took a deep breath. "I was so mad at you, for the longest time. You never wrote. It was like you just disappeared. What happened?"

Ward's brow pinched together for an instant before he shook his head slightly. Somehow he managed to rearrange his features into that of the aloof, stony, gunslinger. "Not now," he muttered as he loosened his arms and slid his hand down to twine his fingers together with hers. She gave a slight nod of understanding, to which he was grateful.

He looked up and down the river and then back into Bella's eyes before asking, "Which way?" She took a deep breath and lifted her head. To a stranger, she looked like she was worshiping the sun, but Ward knew she was trying to feel whatever mystical connection she had with the earth.

Her brow furrowed and her lips pulled down into a frown as she shook her head. "I still can't get any sense of which way to go. I suppose we'd better just follow the stream. At least until I can get a better feeling."

"I guess that's the best plan we got huh?" he quipped and waited for Bella to make a move one way or the other. Hesitantly she began walking northward along the bank of the creek and Ward quickly fell into step beside her.

They were quiet for some time, just enjoying one another's presence, their fingers linked comfortably. Bella was still curious about his past, but was content to remain silent until he was ready to tell his story.

After what seemed like hours he spoke. His gaze was fixed firmly to the front, avoiding her eyes completely. "I couldn't wait to join the army," his voice was quiet but clearly discernible in the hush of the cool morning air. He paused while cutting a glance in her direction before taking a deep breath and continuing. "My father insisted that I finish all my schooling and Mother was adamantly opposed to my joining in the war. But there was nothing they could do when I turned eighteen. That very day, I joined up and left within the week. I'd only been enlisted for two weeks when General Meade's Army of the Potomac engaged Lee at Gettysburg."

Ward paused again, swallowing thickly as he gathered his thoughts before resuming with a small shake of his head.

"It was nothing like I'd imagined. I was so foolish. I thought of nothing but the glory and honor of fighting for the right. I never once stopped to think about the suffocating smoke, the chaos of broken defenses, the blood. So much blood!" His voice faltered for a moment, but Bella didn't interrupt, allowing him to compose himself and continue. "The fields were red with all of the blood spilt. The worst though was at night, listening to all of the injured men crying out and knowing there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it."

Bella blinked through the tears that had welled up in her eyes and were now freely streaming down her face as she listened to his heart wrenching words. She squeezed his hand reassuringly and looked up at him with genuine concern in her eyes. With another sideways look he saw the tears and halted their walking to raise his free hand and brush them away with his thumb. He made a halfhearted attempt at a smile but didn't quite succeed. With another deep breath, he quickly turned his face back to the front and they resumed walking.

"My commanding officer noticed my accuracy with a rifle and sent me to the sharpshooters' regiment. We hid in the trees and other strategic points and picked off as many Gray's as we could. After Gettysburg, we were sent wherever we were needed. It's hard to explain…when you target a man and shoot him; you see him die and you know it was you who did it. It was just different…

"I followed orders and did what I was told and somehow managed to survive. After Lee's surrender at Appomattox, I stayed involved until the final skirmishes were extinguished and then I returned back to Philly."

They walked quietly for a little while longer, passing by the prickly pears and saguaro that dotted the relatively barren landscape. The sun was rising higher in the sky, rapidly heating the air and starting to beat down oppressively on the weary travelers.

They had been silent for some time when Bella asked softly and a bit plaintively, "Did you receive any of the letters I sent you?" She had missed her friend so much in those early years after her family moved.

"One or two," he murmured. "I sent one letter back, but I guess you never got it?" She shook her head no but didn't look up at him, so he continued, "We had to move several times. After your family left to head west, my father's business endeavors all went belly up. I could never understand why he kept getting drawn in to these ridiculous schemes. He was always a better caretaker than a businessman. At any rate, he lost just about everything. When Mother died, he just quit living. That's what I came home to: A broken shell of a man living in squalor. It took me nearly a week to track him down after I arrived in Philly."

Ward finally allowed himself to look fully at Bella and noticed at once that she was near exhaustion. Because of their conversation, he had completely ignored the fact that they had been walking constantly for at least two hours. Spying some shade by the creek up ahead, Ward tugged them to a spot under a mesquite tree and plopped himself down pulling her down beside him. He took one of Bella's feet in his lap and began unwinding the strips of cloth that had been protecting them. Once both of their feet were unbound they moved to the edge of the creek and submerged their sore limbs into the cool water.

"Ahhh that feels divine," Bella sighed as she leaned back on her hands and closed her eyes.

"Mhmm," he agreed, looking up through the feathery leaves of the tree they were under. He turned his head to watch her as she reveled in the refreshing feel of the cool water. Ward had to tamp down the natural reaction of his body to her innocent beauty and instead forced his eyes away as he finished his story. "Father died not long after I had returned from the war. I sold everything to settle his debts and used what was left to make my way out west. The news of gold and silver was still enticing, as was the idea of all the free land they were divvying up. I just wanted to live a normal life. Make my own way."

"So what happened?" Bella asked as she turned her head, opened her eyes and looked over at him. "Why aren't you a farmer somewhere in the plains with a wife and half a dozen littlun's nippin' at your ankles?"

A low chuckle rumbled from his chest as he bobbed his foot closer to hers, brushing his shoulder against hers. "I guess I made quite a name for myself in the army and word of my handiness with a firearm preceded me west. As soon as people knew who I was, I was being hired by lawmen needing extra hands in a posse, or private land owners needing coyotes shot. The money was liquid and the lifestyle became easy. I guess I'd gotten used to moving around and found myself getting restless if I stayed in one place for too long, which doesn't make settling down with a wife very likely."

She leaned her head lightly on his shoulder, keeping her face turned away from him so he wouldn't see the disappointment in her eyes that his words caused. She wondered for a moment what it would take to make him change his mind about settling down, but instead of saying anything, she decided to just enjoy the sensation of the cool stream licking at her toes. She liked even better the way his foot was beginning to tangle with hers. She had just closed her eyes to enjoy the shivers moving up her leg when she felt the gentle pressure of his fingers on her chin. Her eyes flashed open and looked up questioningly into his. They were dark and fathomless in the shade of the tree and suddenly her chest tightened as her body reacted to his blatant invitation. She answered his unspoken question with a small smile and a minute tilt of her head. "Edward," she breathed softly.

As his lips closed over hers, Ward thought that he might have died and gone to heaven. Never had the kisses of a woman been so completely...necessary to his existence. He'd never felt this kind of feeling with any other woman before. When had he become such a sentimental softy?

Her lips worked slowly under his and they both sighed at the natural conclusion of the kiss. He drew his arm around her shoulders pulling her close and she rested her head comfortably on his chest.

Bella was quite enjoying the calm assurance of his embrace when a thought flitted through her mind.

"So tell me what is with this whole 'Ward Masen' business."

"Humph. Let's just say I had to change my name after an unpleasant encounter in Phoenix."

He didn't elaborate and began lowering his head to kiss his Bella again when the unmistakable clip-clop of horses echoed in the distance.

"Get down," Ward hissed as they both sunk low to the ground. He peeked over the top of one of the rocks that lined the edge of the water and observed the Native for a while. He was riding a painted horse with no saddle, and led another by a rope some distance behind him. He wore a serious but serene expression on his face, his eyes scanning up and down the banks of the creek. Bella pressed into Ward's back trying to peer over his shoulder, but she inadvertently jabbed one of his broken ribs causing a pain-filled gasp to hiss from his mouth. Instantly the formidably sized native focused his scanning eyes on the very rock behind which they hid.

Bella narrowed her eyes and then popped her head up like a prairie dog and began waving her arms. "Bella!" Ward whispered urgently, "get down!"

"But it's Jacob! He's here to help us!" She stood and began running up stream to meet the pair of horses and the brown skinned man that had hopped off the pinto and was rushing to a similar goal.

"Bells! You're alive!" He swept her up and swung her around in a circle before setting her down. Ward couldn't help the flare of jealousy as the shirtless man engulfed Bella in a giant bear hug. He got up from his spot on the bank and joined the pair a few yards upstream.

Jacob looked over Ward and Bella's worn and tattered appearance, noticed the bruises on Ward's face from the beating he'd endured at the hands of the Valentines and said, "You two don't look so good."

Ward set his jaw and crossed his arms over his chest. Bella pushed the Indian's shoulder and responded with a light chuckle. "You try being hung upside down by your feet for half a day and see how you look."

"Nah, I can live without that experience," he grinned, his shining white teeth flashing in the sun before he focused his attention on Ward. "Hey, nice skins. Look like Yavapai?"

Ward looked down at his buckskin garments and fingered the fringe of the pants. He relaxed some when Bella took up a position closer to his side, then he looked back up at Jacob. It wasn't lost on Ward that the younger man stood a good four or five inches taller than his own six-foot-two.

"I stayed for a while with the Apache, did some trading with the Yavapai."

Jacob grunted in approval then added, "They do good work, but nothing's better than Hualapai." He grinned broadly and winked. Ward bristled a bit at the joviality and kept his gunfighter's mask on. If Jacob noticed the coolness of Ward's demeanor, he didn't let on as he continued. "You know you're not too far from my village yeah?"

"How far is 'not too far'?" asked Bella.

"You mean you can't tell?" Jacob couldn't hide his surprise at her question. "How did you know you were going the right way?"

"A better question is how did you know where to come find us?" Bella asked.

A good question indeed, Ward thought; he had been suspicious of just the same thing.

"Climb up and I'll tell you on the way back. We can probably make it by night fall." Jacob mounted his pinto and fished in his leather sack for a couple of corn cakes and dried meat. Ward swung up on to the second horse and reached down to help pull Bella up behind him. She sat comfortably astride the back of the horse, her skirt covering the rear, and wrapped her arms loosely around his middle as they set off.

Ward gratefully took the offered fare from Jacob and passed some back to Bella, who groaned at the first bite. They kept the horses at a slow walk side by side while they ate. Once they'd gobbled up the food, Bella turned her head to Jacob and asked again. "So how did you find us?"

"I went to your house and Captain was gone, so I went to town but no one had seen you. I asked the Sheriff if he knew of anything happening, and he quietly suggested that I go check out by ghost tree." He shrugged and turned his head back to the trail.

Of course there was an obvious trail just 20 yards away from where they had been walking. Ward mentally kicked himself for not being more thorough in his scouting.

"How on earth did Cheney know to check way the heck out by ghost tree?" Bella mused.

"He has eyes and ears everywhere," Jacob replied, offering no other explanation than that as he kicked his horse into a trot. Ward did the same.

The ride was long, hot, dusty, and jarring. Bella rested her head gently between his shoulder blades, her body pressed closely to his back, and dozed every so often.

Ward couldn't help but be extremely aware of the woman whose arms and legs were wrapped around behind him, the way her body molded itself to his, the way they just seemed to fit together. He realized that she had not put her corset back on as he felt her soft breasts press against his back and he silently reveled in the feel of her. He forced his mind away from her as he felt his body reacting to his less than gentlemanly thoughts, and wondered instead about what might happen when they returned to Devil's Fork. There was much unfinished business. He certainly couldn't stay there no matter how much he wanted to. But try as he might, his mind couldn't contemplate leaving Bella behind. The question was would she go with him?

They had taken up a riding position just behind and to the side of Jacob's horse. Dusk was setting in and the sky was streaking purple and orange, a few stars were just started to sparkle when Jacob slowed his horse and spoke over his shoulder.

"Just around the next bend, we'll be able to see the village. My father can see to your wounds when we get there." Ward held on to the reins with one hand and patted Bella's clasped hands with the other.

"Edward?" Bella's voice whispered over the back of his neck sending a delicious tingle down his spine.

"Hmm?"

"There's something you should know."

"What's that darlin'?" He was peering over his shoulder trying to make eye contact with her. As he glanced into her face, he noticed that her gaze was now focused beyond him. Ward turned his head back and looked in the direction of her eyes. He saw smoke billowing over the rise ahead.

"Jacob? Are the Elders making a bonfire tonight?" Bella's question was left unanswered as Jacob, too, noticed the smoke and drove his heel into the side of his pinto, coaxing it into a neck-or-nothing gallop. Ward did the same and drew up short as Jacob stopped suddenly at the top of the rise. Ward looked down into the valley around the bend and his stomach bottomed out, as he and Bella heard Jacob's anguished shout.

"Oh no, no. NO!"

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A/N:

Melly: So, Hey there Belly.

Belly: Hey, sugar. I'm still buried under snow. Send me some sunshine… Please!

Melly: I would, but we don't have enough extra to spread around.

Belly: I hear where you're coming from. *Hehe… I said coming…* Sorry, I'll behave.

Melly: *bad girl* So, it's been awhile. My bad.

Belly: Real life has been getting us both down. But this chapter was so worth the wait.

Melly: Ain't that the truth. And this chapter was a deliciously juicy one.

Belly: Imagine sleeping in Ward's arms all night. I wouldn't mind trading places with Bella.

Melly: I think it's safe to say we'll ALL be having sweet dreams of Westward tonight.

Melly and Belly: *sigh*