Greg frowned and shifted from one foot to the other. How did they know about his family? He picked up his shotgun which had been leaning against the tree. Although he liked looking at the curvy woman, he had to get rid of them before his dad found them squatting on hisproperty.
He took a deep breath and checked to make sure they didn’t have any weapons. So far, he hadn’t seen anything to indicate that they would give him any problems. He’d shoo them off the land and be donewithit.
As he stepped out from behind the tree, he stuck his chest out and took on the mantle of authority that he’d learned to from his father. The Grant men didn’t put up with free-loving thieves. The sooner he got them off his property, the faster he’d be able to get back to his morningchores.
“Hey,” he yelled as he approached. “You’re onmyland.”
“Oh shit,” Long Hair Guy said as he pushed his mate behind him. The girl’s eyes went wide as she hidbehindhim.
“We were just leaving,” Andy said. “We don’t meananyharm.”
“Hurry up.” Greg pointed the shotgunathim.
The sexy, goddess of a woman stood and walked straight over to him. She held the stem of a white daisy between her thumb and forefinger. As she drew closer, he couldn’t take his eyes off her petal-soft skin. The edge of her flowing shirt slipped off one shoulder to expose flawless, creamy skin. He stood speechless as she pushed the end of the flower into the barrel ofhisgun.
“Make love, not war,” shemurmured.
He struggled to focus on anything but her lake-blue eyes. He swallowed and pointed the weapon at the earth. The daisy slipped out and landed in the dirt. His abs clenched as fire rolled through his body. His bear inhaled her scent and did a somersault in his chest. The creature wanted her with a passion fierce enough to steal hisbreath.
“You have to leave,” hechoked.
“Chill out, man,” the long-hairedmansaid.
Greg grabbed up the gun and took a step back. He was outnumbered. If they wanted to jump him, he could probably take them, but then he’d be even later for hischores.
A whistle piercedtheair.
“Ah, hell,” Greg said, recognizing his father’s pissed-off pitch. “I have to get back to the farm. But you’d better be gone before my old man comes down this way. He shoots first and asks questionslater.”
“We’ll be gone,” the girl with theflowersaid.
He turned to leave but stopped. He couldn’t live with himself if he didn’t find out one very importantthing.
“What’s your name?” heasked.
“Daisy.”
“Like theflower?”
“Yeah.”
Her slow smile sent tendrils of desire racing throughhisbody.
The Cowbear’s SummerofLove
Paranormal WerebearRomance
Copyright© 2016 LivBrywood
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Chapter1
Daisy jumpedout of side door of the VW bus and spun in a circle. Dried brown pine needles crunched under her thin leather sandals. As the sun set over the small town of West Yellowstone, neon lights sputtered to life. Gas stations and gift shops stood like silent sentries on one side of the street, while the edge of Yellowstone National Park’s pine forest glowed in the crimsonlight.
