Chapter 7

Reaching her cottage, they entered through the kitchen.

“Hang on Jon. I’ll be right back,” Meg asked as she disappeared further into her house.

Jon sat down on a small bench in her utility room and took off his shoes while he waited for Meg. She came back a few minutes later, took his hand and led him into the bathroom, by way of the bedroom. His first inkling of what was to come were all the candles illuminating the bedroom.

Meg led him into the bathroom, also filled with candles casting a soft glow off the cream colored walls. The tub was currently filling with water and bubbles. Turning to face him she started to unbutton his shirt, but her hands were shaking so bad he had to stop her.

Jon took hold of her hands holding them close to his chest and said, "Megan."

She looked at him.

"Honey....Are you sure?"

Meg looked up at Jon, his gaze soft, waiting for her to answer. She wanted him to make love to her, but was so nervous, wondering maybe if she would come up lacking compared to the other women he's had.

"Yes, Jon, I want you to make love to me," looking down shyly, "if you still want too." She knew about the birds and the bees from watching the horses, but the whole endeavor was still a bit scary, regardless of her being a grown woman.

Jon looked at her with all seriousness. He brought her hands up to his chest, holding them there, flat, with his hands. Slowly he cupped her face with his, lowering his head, he kissed her. Softly first, with small kisses, then turning it into one long kiss. Instinctively, her tongue gained entry. Breaking off the kiss, his hands moved to her waist, grabbing her shirt and pulling it off over her head.

Taking the hint and with a bit more muster, Meg unbuttoned Jon's shirt and removed it. When they were finally naked, Jon picked up Meg and carried her to the tub, placing her in it, stepping in behind her.

Jon wanted to make sure he took it slow with her. He didn't want to come on too fast or too strong and scare her. It was bad enough he was gonna have to hurt her the first time, but it was his goal to make sure she was ready as she could be. He wanted her to get used to him naked in all his glory, so as he slowly sank into the tub and sat down, he pulled her back between his legs and proceeded to slowly wash her back.

Meg followed Jon’s silent directions. She eased her back between his legs. The hot water and bubbles were so sensual. She couldn't resist running her hands up and down Jon's legs, feeling the curly hair. Her butt and lower back were right up against Jon's crotch. She could feel his hard on against her lower back. It wasn't that she was ignorant about what happens, she has seen horses mate, it was part of life, but to actually have it happen to her. Her stomach was all tense and knotted from being scared, but excited at the same.

Jon had found some soap and his strong hands were running up and down her back slowly. He massaged her shoulders, his thumbs pushing into her muscles. God that felt good. She could get used to this after a hard days work. With his hands on her shoulders, Meg heard Jon whisper, "Lean back sweetheart." She leaned back against his chest, her forearms and elbows resting on his legs.

In this position it gave Jon access to her breasts. Jon slowly moved his hands down her shoulders, across her chest, and cupped her breasts. Meg let go with an 'ooohhh' and grabbed hold of his knees. The feeling wonderful and intense. His hands massaged them. Pressing his hands against them, running under her breasts then up, his palms scraping against her nipples, which were rock hard. Her eyes closed and her head fell back, resting against his left shoulder. Jon then took her nipples between his fingers, rolling them, pinching them, holding them as he pulled them out, her breasts hanging away from her body before he let go. Her hips convulsed, her lower region felt heavy and swollen.

Jon continued to caress her breasts as he thought to himself, this is new territory for him. With all his experience, he had never deflowered a virgin, but he was determined to make this as memorable as possible for her. He didn't ever want her to forget him. But if things went his way, they would be thinking of each other every day for the rest of their lives.

Megan turned around needing to face Jon, look at him, touch him. On her knees, she put a leg on either side of Jon's, who had straightened out his legs. He sat back and enjoyed her ministrations, letting her lead. Once she got started, she became engrossed in her work. With soapy hands, she ran them over his chest, loving the feel of his hard muscles. Meg could feel his chest hair under her palms. She touched his nipples with my finger tips. They were hard. It took all of Jon's self control not to grab her and plunge himself into her, but he needed to move things along. He was about to say something, when, on her own, she moved down to touch him. She moved her hand down to touch him on her own, no longer able to wait. She wanted to know him without any pressure from him. She wrapped my hand around his hard shaft. The texture was and velvety soft, yet hard. Watching his expression as she moved her hand slowly up and down, his eyes fluttered closed and his head fell back. She could feel his legs tense. Jon enjoyed her touch a few more seconds, then taking hold of her hand before he came.

"Jon, did I do something wrong?" Meg asked worriedly.

"No baby. You are wonderful. I just don't want to cum too soon."

"Oh."

Jon stood up, pulling Meg with him, "Let's get out and dry off, Hon."

Together we stepped out and dried off.

"I think we'll be more comfortable on the bed," Jon said leading the way, as Meg admired his ass. He pulled back the bed covers and had Meg crawl in with him right behind her.

Pulling her close, Jon said, "Meg. I love you. I wanted to tell you before we continued. I didn't want you to think I said it to get into your bed. If you don't want to go any further tell me know while I can still stop."

Meg, running her fingertips lightly across his chest, looked into his eyes, "I love you," looking down and back up, "and I don't want you to stop."

Jon ran a hand through her hair and whispered, "Oh, Babe," as he kissed her. He rolled on top of her, kissing her, nibbling an ear, fondling her pussy. She was wet and he wanted to make sure his entry was as painless as possible. She was writhing under him, emitting little moans. He placed himself at her entrance and pushed in a little, then out, lubricating himself. Pushing back in, he encountered her maidenhead. One more push found him buried to the hilt.

He paused for a moment, trying to hold back, as he was on the verge of coming and he didn't want to leave her behind. Meg had winced at the small pain, but once the pain eased she felt like she was on the verge of something and naturally started to move her hips.

"Jon," she whimpered, running my hands over his arms and back. She thought she heard him whisper, "Hang on Babe." A second later he started to move. In and out. This feeling in her was building. Jon was thrusting faster. Finally she came. Jon kissed to her briefly before one final push, head thrown back, groaning. Jon was laying on top of her, breathing hard, but his weight felt good. "Oh, Jon," she said, running her hands over his back, "that was amazing."

"I didn't hurt you too bad, did I?" Jon asked, concerned, as he moved to lay beside her.

"No. I am OK Jon," she said, hugging him.

“Hang on, I’ll be right back.”

Jon got up and walked to the bathroom. He found a couple of wash clothes and used one to wash off the evidence of the fact she was a virgin. Rinsing it out in warm water, he took both of them to Meg. He gently cleaned her up with one. With the other warm wash cloth he placed it against her and said, "There, the heat should help a bit." Jon then pulled up the covers, pulled her close so they were spooning and they both fell asleep.

Chapter 6

Interrupting her thoughts, Jon said, "Meg, I would never force you to do something you don't want to do. I don't want you to say yes because of who I am."

How did he know that, she thought?

"Come here," Jon said pulling me close and just holding her.

Suddenly a knock at the door. Megan got up to answer and it was on of the stable boys.

"Hey Jeff," she said.

"Hi, Meg. You said you wanted to know when Pretty Lady was ready to foal."

"Great! Thanks Jeff. I'll be down as soon as I change."

She closed the door and ran back to her room, jumping on the bed. "She's ready to foal," Megan said excitedly.

"Who," Jon said smiling at my enthusiasm.

"Pretty Lady, Jonboy's dam. She's my mare. I picked her up on a claiming race years ago." She got up and started dressing. "Come with me," she said to Jon.

"Alright," Jon said, getting dressed.

Together, they walked down to the barn. Over the next several hours, Jon watched as Meg did just about everything. She crooned to the mare, rubbed her with soft rags, and when needed, changed the bedding. Occasionally she would give him something to do, but mostly he stayed at the mare's head, keeping her calm. So, doing the one thing he did best, he sang softly under is breath to the mare. Finally the mare foaled.

Joe watched Meg's face as she helped the foal from the straining mare, her face soft with love for the animal. Meg helped the baby horse to its feet, rubbing it with a soft cloth, cleaning it's nose. He knew at that moment that he was in love with Meg. That was what he wanted, knowing that Meg would care for him, not his money or fame. Now Jon just needed to make sure she knew it.

"Jon, look, isn't she beautiful? It's a filly," she said, beaming.

Jon, who had been at the mare's head, got up and looked over at the filly. "She's beautiful. Who is her sire?" Stroking the mare's muzzle.

"I've been saving my money and bred her to an offspring of Seattle Slew. Hopefully, I can race her before breeding her." Meg got to her feet and helped the filly find her mom and together they watched the foal nurse.

Jon held Meg, her back to his front, and placed a hand on her belly, in pretext of holding her, thinking how beautiful she would look, pregnant with their child.

Little did he know Meg was thinking the same thing. She could feel his hand on her stomach, though he was trying to be sly about it, disguised as a hug. She smiled inwardly. Watching him here on the ranch, his openness to new things, made her love him even more. She thought she fell in love with him the first time she saw him. She could picture in her mind, a little, blond haired, blue-eyed girl or boy. Well, her work here was done.

Meg walked out of the stall and looked back at Jon, who was watching the mare and foal. "Jon," she said, getting his attention, "let's go get cleaned up," holding out her hand for him to join her.

Jon walked out of the stall, locked the door and followed her out of the barn, not sure if he should read more into her invitation or not.

Chapter 5

Over the next couple of days, Meg spent a lot of time with Jon. He took to coming down to the barn at night when things were quiet, a time when she did a lot of paperwork at the office. He told me about life on the road and she told him about her life here.

"How did you come to be doing all this, Meg?" Jon asked, one night, "what do you do exactly?"

"I'm the breeding manager, plus whatever else needs to be done," she answered as she worked on the notes in her breeding notebook.

"No offense, but aren't you kinda young?" Jon asked.

"None taken. Yes, probably, but I have been at this along time. My father has been with your grandfather a long time, training his horses. He taught me all he knows. I found I had an eye and a feel for horses. Your grandfather would occasionally ask my advice and more often than not my choices were right, whether it was purchasing yearlings or matching mares to stallions."

Jon had stood up and was looking at the photos on the wall and asked about the picture of the 'Three Old Men'. "I know this is my grandfather, but who are the other two?"

"One is my dad and the other is Henry. He was the manager before me. He retired and I took his place, though you would never know he retired. Works just as hard as ever. He travels with your grandfather most of the time. He goes to the sales a lot, claiming races, and just keeps your grandfather company. My dad still trains for your grandfather. My dad is almost as gray haired as Bob Baffert. I call them the three old men."

Jon smiled at that, still looking at the photos. Meg had finished her work for the night, took Jon's hand and led him out of the office, turning out the light and locking the door. They walked hand in hand to her cottage. It was only a little ways from the barn, so she could be close to the barn in case of emergencies.

Lately, Jon had been coming inside with her. Mostly they would sit on the couch and watch some late night TV. Her, usually falling asleep with her head in his lap. Jon, watching over her. He was still on concert schedule, so he stayed up late, slept in late. He was usually gone by the time she woke up. But tonight felt different, she just couldn't put her finger on it. She went through my usual routine. She took a shower, cause she was stinky from the day. Jon didn't need her smelling like Francis the mule.

Megan came out of the shower and Jon was already on the couch. Jon held his arm out to put around me as she sat down, flashing her one of his famous smiles. His pinky finger really did have a bend to it. "Hey Baby," he said putting his arm around her as she snuggled close, "feel better?"

"Yes," she said as she aid down resting my head on his well muscled thigh, "just tired."

Jon thought, of course she was. He had never seen a harder working woman, except maybe his mom. She did breeding charts, helped with the mares who foaled, cleaned stalls, fed horses, and groomed them. He really only saw her at night and during her time with her horse at the meadow. Jon sat there rubbing her shoulder and side as far as her hip, thinking. Looking at the TV, Jay Leno was on.

The band had been on that show. The band. He sighed. Jon missed the guys, but was enjoying this time away. Looking down at Meg he smiled. He didn't want to go on like this, her falling asleep on the couch, while he went back to the main house. He wanted to stay with her, feel her in his arms.

Jon slowly stood trying not to wake her, picked her up and carried her to her bed. Stripping down to his boxers and t-shirt, Jon crawled in and pulled her close. She didn't wake, but snuggled close. Oh man, this felt so good. She felt good against him, all soft and curvy. He started to get hard, but tamped down the feeling. He wasn't going to ruin this by taking her like she was just some piece of ass, besides he would rather have her awake. They haven't even talked about that yet. He finally fell asleep.

Meg slowly came awake. She was a bit disoriented, waking up in her own bed instead of the couch. She also felt this heaviness. Looking down she saw an arm and realized that Jon was in bed with her and was draped over her. She kinda liked it, not so lonely. A few seconds later she felt Jon's hand on her breast and he was moving his hips slowly against her. Meg could feel his hard on. Not sure if he was awake or asleep, she called out his name, patting his arm, which was attached to the hand that was now moving up and down her body.

"Jon,"....nothing...."JON?"

"HHhhmmmm, morning, baby," he said hugging tight, continuing with his caressing, now adding kissing and nuzzling to her neck. His hand was back on her breast, lightly squeezing, taking a nipple between his fingers, pulling it, then rolling it. God, Meg felt that all the way down between her legs, her pussy feeling heavy and swollen. She pushed on Jon's shoulder to get his attention.

"Jon?" she whispered as she rolled over to face him.

Nuzzling my neck, he said, "HHmm?" 

"Babe, please don't think I am leading you on or anything, but...."

"Sweetie, I would never think that," Jon interjected.

Taking Jon's face between her hands, looking him in the eye, making sure she had his undivided attention, and said, "Jon," kissing him on the lips, "I have never been with a man. I'm a virgin." Meg looked at this beautiful man. Every woman wanted him, some have had him. How could she be the one woman to tell him no. Some would say this was an opportunity of a lifetime, but she just didn't want a one time deal, love'em and leave'em. She was falling in love with Jon and she didn't want him to stay with her till he fixed all his problems, then leave and never come back.

Chapter 4

Jon just hoped he hadn't already, Jon thought. Jon made his way down the path to the meadow, walking out into the clearing. At first he didn't see anything and thought he had missed her. Then he saw four black legs come up from the tall grass. Jonboy was on his back. Jon walked towards the horse hoping Meg was close by.

The horse heard him and stood up, causing Meg to sit up and see what Jonboy was looking at. She had been lying in the grass, but now she just sat there looking at him. At least she didn't run.

Jon walked over to her and asked, “May I sit down?”

Somehow Megan didn’t think Jon had use the words ‘may I’ in a long time. But she decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. Besides, Jonboy would protect her if needed.

“Sure.”

Sitting down Jon said, "Meg, I am so sorry. Did I hurt you? I just don't remember. I don't think I did since a certain part of me hurts."

Jon had to adjust his crotch a bit when he sat down, so Meg took pity on Jon, since he looked so bad and said, "No, I was just frightened last night, but I hope I didn't hurt you, too bad."

Jon looked down at his crotch, then back at Meg, "I'm sure I deserved it, but I'll live." Jon took one of her hands and studied it, turning it over looking at her palm and fingertips. Honest hands, hardworking. Not long nailed, fickle hands like the women in his life now. Groupies, movie stars, models.

“What? Are you going to tell me my fortune?” she asked jokingly. Not giving him a chance to answer, Meg laid back down in the grass, pulling Jon down with her, and asked, "Jon, tell me about being famous. What's it like?"

Jon, holding onto her hand like a lifeline, proceeded to tell her about his life as a rock star. The highs, the lows. His dissatisfaction with their manager. The dissension within the band. Jon explained the partying after the concerts, the groupies, the sex anytime he wanted it.

“I don’t even know where to start,” Jon started. “I mean, ya, being famous is something I always wanted. To be a rock star. I worked my ass off to make that happen.”

He faded out for a sec and Meg waited him out. Jon took her hand again, like he needed her strength.

“By the third album the ‘Bon Jovi’ machine was a thing. Our manager had us touring practically non stop, for at least four years. Which is why I am here now. We are all burnt out. I was tired of the non stop vultures, be they girls wanting sex, drugs, or money, to the people from the record company.” Jon stopped and took a breath. His anxiety level was rising. “This is part of why I have a real problem with getting close to people or having them touching me, hugging me, or even shaking my hand.”

Megan could feel his stress in talking about this. His hand was trembling.

"That may explain what I was thinking when you came in. I probably thought I was in a hotel room and one of the roadies found me a girl. I am sorry, Meg. My life is a mess, out of control."

She just squeezed Jon's hand in understanding.

He brought her hand to his lips, kissing it. Then, laying her arm back down, Jon rolled over on his side and looked down into her face.

"Thank you for listening. I really needed someone to talk to with no 'I told you so' or 'Just suck it up'."

"You're welcome." Meg whispered, as she laid there, looking up into his face. He was truly gorgeous. Blond eyebrows, dark blue eyes, straight nose. Jon leaned over her, resting his other hand on her hip and kissed her. A long, sensual kiss. She wasn't afraid this time. Before things could get too far, Jonboy came up and got in the middle of things.

The two of them laughed, breaking the spell. "Oh, I almost forgot," pulling out the carrots, "here. I brought these." Meg gave the carrots to the buttinsky of a horse. Jonboy shook his head up and down in happiness.

"Meg," Jon asked suddenly, "why did you come to my room last night?"

"I had a mare foaling last night and I thought you might like to watch. It is a beautiful experience," she replied. Standing up, she said, "I need to get back. Coming?"

"Absolutely,"Jon said as he stood up, and together we walked back to the barn. “So was it a boy or a girl?”

“What was a boy or a girl?”

“The baby horse?”

Boy his terminology needed to be worked on. “Oh. The mare had a colt. A little boy foal.”

“Nice.”

As they were walking Jon took hold of her hand again, pulling it close to him, so that her arm was under his, up against his side. Jon just looked at it, running the pads of his thumbs across her palms. "I love your hands," he said.

"You're kidding? Right?" Meg exclaimed, trying to retrieve her hand, but he wouldn't let go. "They are calloused, dry, red, with chipped fingernails."

"No I'm not. I see honesty, hard working, caring, nurturing. The women I've known with well groomed hands were fickle, deceitful, jumping from one rock star to another."

Jon stopped, put both of her hands in his and asked, "Meg, I would like to get to know you. I want to ask your permission to spend time with you. I'm asking because I don't want you to think I'm just a famous person trying to get into your pants and then leave or something."

Meg looked up at Jon, searching his blue eyes. She still felt this pull towards him, like fate had put us together. He made her feel beautiful.

"I'd like that," she said, as she let go of his hands and moved in closer, putting her arms around his neck and pulling him down for a kiss. Meg’s hands tangled in his long, wavy blond hair. Jon wrapped his arms around her, tight, actually picking her up off her feet. Jonboy, being the wonderful chaperon that he was, nudged us, bringing us back to earth. Jonboy hated not being the center of attention.

Chapter 3

Over the next few days, Megan did not run into Jon since they didn’t have the same schedules, but she thought maybe Jon could use a taste of what life was really about...Life. Not just glamour, groupies, booze and whatever else. She had a mare due to foal any minute and thought it would be a good experience for Jon. If he would even come with her.

Megan came out of the stall, having just checked on the mare, and said to Ed, her foaling attendant, "Ed, she should be OK for a bit. I need to go up to the big house for a few. I have me radio on me if you need me."

"OK Meg," Ed said as he sat down on a small bench just outside the stall.

It was late as she made her way up to his room. Megan didn't see Jon right away, as the room was dark, but she started to move into the room towards the bed. 

"Jon?" She said softly. All of a sudden she felt arms around her waist, lifting her off the ground, hot breath on her face, reeking of booze.

Jon, who had been drinking, so used to doing that with the band, didn't realize that Megan, who had just come into the room, wasn't a groupie and he wasn't in a hotel room. 

"Baby, what took you so long? Where are your friends?" The Jon slurred, as he placed his arms around the soft, warm body that just came into his room

She could feel the bed against the back of her legs. Jon must not be aware of what he was doing and quite frankly she was a bit afraid. He kept trying to kiss her and she kept turning her head. She pushed hard against Jon's chest, but he was too strong. He had managed to lay her down on the bed with him on top of her. His lips managed to make contact a couple of times. Not that some small part of her wasn't thrilled that Jon Bon Jovi, the rock star, was kissing her, but she would not be taken this way.

"Jon. It's Megan. Please stop." She was still pushing, struggling to get out from under him.

Jon grabbed her hand and forced it to his crotch "Come on, Baby, do me," he said, trying to get her to rub his crotch.

Megan hated to hurt him but she grabbed his crotch....Hard. 

"Fucking bitch," he screamed and rolled off her. 

Megan wasn't about to find out if he was OK or not, and ran out of the room, out of the house, and back to the barn.

Jon holding his crotch, finally passed out, too drunk to get back up.

A little shaken up, she sat at her desk in the barn, trying to catch her breath.  Meg didn't think Jon was like that sober, but decided it might be a good idea to stay out of his way for awhile. She checked in with Ed one more time before taking off to her cottage.

Jon woke up with the sun shining through the windows, his head pounding. That wasn't so unusual but the fact that his balls hurt was. What happened? He thought he had dreamed of a girl named Megan, but maybe he did something bad, something he couldn't remember.

Getting up, Jon sat at the edge of the bed, looking down he noticed some brown hairs on the bed next to me. Oh...God....it WAS Megan, he thought, NOT some groupie. He hoped he didn't hurt her, but the way his balls felt he didn't think so.

Jon vowed right then to stop drinking. He needed to do some serious apologizing. Looking at the clock he saw it was about the same time as that first day and hoped he could catch her down at that field. So he cleaned himself up and went downstairs. Jon found Maggie in the kitchen.

"Jonnie. Sit. Eat," Maggie said.

"Maggie, can I pass on that? I'll eat later," he said hopefully, trying to get away fast to avoid any questions.

"Boy, you haven't eaten since yesterday," Maggie replied suspiciously.

"I know. I'll eat later, I promise. Can I have a couple carrots?" Jon asked as innocently as possible.

"Oh, so that's how it is," Maggie said, as she pointed a couple carrots at him, looking him in the eye, "hurt her, Boyo, and you will not be able to escape my wrath." And then she slapped the carrots into his hand for emphasis.

Jon gave her one of his million dollar smiles and said on the way out the door, "Don't worry Maggie, I won't."

Chapter 2

Megan had Jonboy going at a good clip around the clearing, with the inside to their left, then turning coming up the middle. Jonboy saw him first, his head coming up, his pace slowing. She leaned back, pulled on his mane and they came to a stop.

Jon thought to himself, it was just like a storybook...a girl and her horse. The horse was black with this long white streak down the side of it’s face. And tall or at least he thought so, his head was even with the horse’s back. But what he found a bit disconcerting was her stare, and the fact that she wasn't close enough for him to see her eyes, so he couldn’t tell if it was because she was a fan and would attack him, or if she found him attractive and would get all drippy on him. 

After the last four years of touring, cynicism was his middle name. Having groupies and females , paparazzi, or just about everyone in the record industry after his money or his body, he always thought the worst first. He became tense in anticipation and, dammit, sick to his stomach. Something he hated, but couldn't help these days. She just sat there...well he could wait.

Well, Megan thought, as she pushed a few strands her hair back behind her ears, there he was in the flesh...Jon Bon Jovi, lead singer of Bon Jovi, looking like he does in his pictures. Damn, if he wasn't better looking in person. Film could not capture his aura. She could feel it, this pull she couldn't explain, even the hairs on her arms were standing on end. She didn't think it had to do with his fame, her heart and soul felt something. She must have been transferring her feelings to Jonboy, because he started fidgeting, becoming restless.

Megan dismounted and patted the big horse’s shoulder, whispering. Jonboy calmed down. She walked up to Jon and held out her hand to introduce herself and he physically took a step back. Lowering her hand back down for a minute she looked him in the eye, first seeing how bloodshot they were, but further scrutiny showed a bleakness, he was hurting. She had heard from Gramps that Jon hadn't been doing good lately. Jon seemed to recover and a curtain came over his eyes, shutting out his feelings. He finally shook her hand that she offered a second time. 

"My name is Megan. You must be Jon. Your Grandfather said you were coming," she said, trying to be friendly and non threatening.

Jon let go of her hand, searching her eyes. He didn't see any threat, no coyness, no deceit. "Megan," he said slowly, reaching into his back pocket for the carrots, "these must be for you."

Megan took the carrots and said, "That Maggie." She gave the carrots to Jonboy, watching as his big teeth broke up the carrots. "Jon, I know you just got here but I need to go back. Can you walk with me or did you want to stay here?" she asked.

"I'll walk back," Jon said tiredly.

They walked back in companionable silence. Megan sensed Jon needed the quiet, not a bunch of questions and jabbering. 

Jon asked suddenly, "How come your horse has a white streak down the side of his face instead of the front of his face?"

Meg answered, "It is really unusual huh? He was in a barn fire. The side of his face was burned. When the hair grew back, it grew back white."

"Wow. He is lucky to still be here. I'm glad he is ok."

"Me too."

When they got to the main barn, Meg said, "Well, here we are. I have to go, so I'll see you later."

"Bye," Jon said watching her walk away, thinking this was the kind of woman he should get to know. Megan was a breath of fresh air. He was hoping she would turn back one more time, but she didn't. Sighing, he turned and walked back to the house.

Jon walked back into the house through the back door, his boots clicking on the tile floor. He was tired and headed to his bedroom.

"Jon, " Maggie called out.

He stopped. 

"Did you find Megan OK?"

"I did. Maggie I am going to go lay down. I am really tired." 

"OK. Well if you get hungry there is always something edible in the fridge."

"Thank you." And with that he walked off to his room.

Maggie watched him go. Then she shook her head and took off to other parts of the house that needed her attention.

The minute Meg hit the barn her time was not her own and she didn't give Jon a second thought.

Chapter 1

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There he was, Jon Bon Jovi, rock star extraordinaire, standing here in the middle of nowhere. Slightly turning, he watched the taxi speed off down the road. He ran a hand through his hair, pushing back the long dark blond strands, and letting out a big sigh. He was so tired, burnt out, mad and frustrated that he could hardly move. They had been on the road for so long, he had forgotten what solid ground felt like. Now they had all gone their separate ways. He thought back to the sign he had read on the way in. It had said "Hopeful Farm”. He certainly didn’t feel very hopeful.

His grandfather bred race horses and had said to come stay with him. It was quiet on the farm and no one would bother him. His grandfather said that he would be out of town, so Jon would have the place to himself. It was a huge place. A few people were here though. He knew there was at least a housekeeper because she had shown him to a private wing of the house.

Jon had picked up the lone bag he had brought with him and walked slowly up to the front door of the house. He knocked.

A tiny woman answered the door. Her slightly graying red hair was escaping her bun.

“Hello?” She said, as she opened the door, her Irish brogue as strong as a mug of Guiness. When she fully opened the door, she looked up at him. She barely made it to his chest. “Ah, Mr Bon Jovi. You are finally here. We have been expecting you.” She moved to the side so he could come through the door. “My name is Maggie. Tired ye are, I’m sure. Let me show you to your room.” Continuing the one sided conversation, she said, "I know. I get that look all the time, but don't let my short stature fool you. I'm short on the outside, tall on the inside."

“Maggie. Just call me Jon,” he said, as an afterthought, following this tiny, overly cheerful woman.

Upon reaching a suite of rooms, she opened a door and stepped in, looking around to make sure everything looked perfect.

“Mr Bon Jovi. Jon. Here ye are. This room has it’s own fully equipped bathroom. And through those doors is a living room with TV and a variety of electronics.”

With very little enthusiasm, Jon replied, “Thank you Maggie. I’m sure it will be very nice.”

“Alright then. I’ll be going. If you need anything, holler.” And just that quick, she was gone.

Jon had been roaming the house for hours now, trying to unwind, having just come off their last tour. It was about four in the morning and he had made his way back to his room, having found a bottle of something in his grandfather’s study and had drank about half of it. With his mind finally slowing down, he laid down and passed out.

Since the main house was far enough away from the barns, he didn't hear any of the day's noise and goings on. Megan came up to the house to see what Maggie was making for dinner. She was starved, not having eaten since early this morning.

"Maggie," she yelled coming through the mud room at the back of the main house, changing out of her boots and into some slip-ons. "What's for dinner. I'm hungry." Megan fiddled with her shoulder length hair, but nothing was going to make it any tidier than it was.

Maggie, coming through the double swinging doors at the other end of the kitchen, said, "Hush or you'll be waking Himself." Megan thought Maggie's brogue was getting stronger and her hair a little grayer, but no matter, she was her best friend and an amazing cook. Walking over to the stove to stir whatever was in the pot, she grumbled, "You'll be having stew."

Meggie walked up to sniff the smells coming from the pot. "HHhhhmmm. Smells good as always, Maggie," she said. Then catching Maggie's gaze, "So he's here?" she whispered, somewhat breathlessly.

"Aye,” she said quietly. She looked around, then whispered, “And never a more lost soul will ye ever see.”

Megan walked over to the table, thinking about Jon. Gramps had said his grandson had become famous. She had met him once when they were kids, had even developed a small crush at the beginning, but as she got older, hadn't really thought about him. Too busy, she guessed. Oh well, Megan sat and ate her dinner. Between bites, she chatted with Maggie. "I am going to take Jonboy out after I eat, for our one on one."

"OK. How are things down at the big barn?"

"Good. It should be a quiet night. No mares due to foal, so I may actually get some sleep." I got up, rinsed my dishes, and gave Maggie a hug.

"Now you and that horse be careful," Maggie admonished.

"We will, Maggie. We are just going to the meadow," I said lightly, everything else already forgotten, as I made my way to Jonboy’s enclosure.

Jon woke up, still tired, eyes gritty. There was a clock next to the bed that said 4pm. Wow. He had slept 12 hours, but felt like he could use another three days. Now would be the time he would start getting up for a show, so he got up took a shower, dressed and went downstairs. Following his nose and stomach, Jon managed to find the kitchen. Passing through a set of double doors from the dining room, he walked into a huge beautiful kitchen. Jon guessed it would have to be big, my grandfather loved food. There was a woman puttering around the kitchen, cleaning.

Maggie looked up and said, "Mr. Bon Jovi. It's good to see you up. Are you finding everything OK? Is there anything I can get you?"

"Maggie? Right?" he asked walking slowly towards a large kitchen dining table.

"Yes sir."

"Maggie, please, no sir, just Jon."

"Alright Jon. Sit. Let me get you something to eat."

Jon sat down and Maggie set a bowl of stew in front of him with some cornbread and milk. 

"Everything OK Jon? If you don't like the stew I can get you something else?" Maggie asked.

Jon just stared at the food, hungry, yet all he really wanted was a bottle of something stronger than milk, replied, "No. It's fine. I just can't remember the last time I had a home cooked meal."  Jon forced himself to eat something without throwing up.

Maggie moved around the kitchen keeping an eye on Jon. That boy looked in bad shape. Mr B said Jon was here to rest and re cooperate, but she thought he needed something to do to get his mind off his troubles and the matchmaker in her thought Megan would be good for him. Tired of watching him pick at his food, Maggie handed him a couple of carrots and a cup of coffee and said, "Jon? Can you take these to Megan? I forgot to give these to her earlier." She thought for a second he was going to refuse, like it was beneath his rock star status, but he must have been too tired to argue. She saw his eye were bloodshot, and suspected he had been drinking.

Jon stood up. "Thank you for the food," he said.

"You're welcome Jon. Now if you go out the back door. you'll see a path straight ahead. Follow that and it will take you to Megan," Maggie said.

Jon looked at the coffee. At least it was stronger than milk. Standing up he looked at Maggie, who was looking at him, with eyebrow raised, daring him to refuse. He wondered if she could read his mind. Well, maybe the clean air and a walk will help. He didn't even know who this Megan person was. The path turned out to be a well maintained dirt road, with huge tall trees on either side, making a canopy that went along the whole road, making his walk shady and cool. After a good 10 minutes, he came to the end of the lane. It looked like the path narrowed and he had to pass through some overgrown bushes.

Coming out at the other end he saw a big meadow. It was beautiful here, he thought. Serene. Knee high grass, dotted with wildflowers. Not seeing anyone right away, Jon thought he had the wrong spot, but just then a horse and rider came into view. They had come into the clearing to his right, circling around, then came down the middle like they were coming straight at him. He raised his arm to take a drink of coffee and the horse slowed, having seen him. The rider sat back causing the horse to stop. She sat there on the horse, both of them looking at him.