“Sure；” I said； hoping to placate her。 I knew I wasn’t going to do anything too outlandish； it would be
safer to take it slow with Charlie。 Give him a chance to appreciate how trustworthy and mature I was before I
asked for any favors。
Angela and Alice started talking about options； Ben joined the conversation； setting his ics aside。 My
attention drifted。 I was surprised to find that the subject of my freedom was suddenly not as gratifying as it had
been just a moment ago。 While they discussed things to do in Port Angeles or maybe Hoquiam； I began to feel
disgruntled。
It didn’t take long to determine where my restlessness stemmed from。
Ever since I’d said goodbye to Jacob Black in the forest outside my home； I’d been plagued by a
persistent； unfortable intrusion of a specific mental picture。 It popped into my thoughts at regular intervals
like some annoying alarm clock set to sound every half hour； filling my head with the image of Jacob’s face
crumpled in pain。 This was the last memory I had of him。
As the disturbing vision struck again； I knew exactly why I was dissatisfied with my liberty。 Because it was
inplete。
Sure； I was free to go to anywhere I wanted — except La Push； free to do anything I wanted — except
see Jacob。 I frowned at the table。 There had to be some kind of middle ground。
“Alice？ Alice！”
Angela’s voice yanked me from my reverie。 She was waving her hand back and forth in front of Alice’s
blank； staring face。 Alice’s expression was something I recognized — an expression that sent an automatic
shock of panic through my body。 The vacant look in her eyes told me that she was seeing something very
different from the mundane lunchroom scene that surrounded us； but something that was every bit as real in its
own way。 Something that was ing； something that would happen soon。 I felt the blood slither from my
face。
Then Edward laughed； a very natural； relaxed sound。 Angela and Ben looked toward him； but my eyes
were locked on Alice。 She jumped suddenly； as if someone had kicked her under the table。
“Is it naptime already； Alice？” Edward teased。
Alice was herself again。 “Sorry； I was daydreaming； I guess。”
“Daydreaming’s better than facing two more hours of school；” Ben said。
Alice threw herself back into the conversation with more animation than before — just a little bit too much。
Once I saw her eyes lock with Edward’s； only for a moment； and then she looked back to Angela before
anyone else noticed。 Edward was quiet； playing absentmindedly with a strand of my hair。
I waited anxiously for a chance to ask Edward what Alice had seen in her vision； but the afternoon passed
without one minute of alone time。
It felt odd to me； almost deliberate。 After lunch； Edward slowed his pace to match Ben’s； talking about
some assignment I knew he’d already finished。 Then there was always someone else there between classes；
though we usually had a few minutes to ourselves。 When the final bell rang； Edward struck up a conversation
with Mike Newton of all people； falling into step beside him as Mike headed for the parking lot。 I trailed
behind； letting Edward tow me along。
I listened； confused； while Mike answered Edward’s unusually friendly queries。 It seemed Mike was
having car troubles。
“。 。 。 but I just replaced the battery；” Mike was saying。 His eyes darted ahead and then back to Edward
warily。 Mystified； just like I was。
“Perhaps it’s the cables？” Edward offered。
“Maybe。 I really don’t know anything about cars；” Mike admitted。 “I need to have someone look at it； but
I can’t afford to take it to Dowling’s。”
I opened my mouth to suggest my mechanic； and then snapped it shut again。 My mechanic was busy these
days — busy running around as a giant wolf。
“I know a few things — I could take a look； if you like；” Edward offered。 “Just let me drop Alice and
Bella at home。”
Mike and I both stared at Edward with our mouths hanging open。
“Er 。 。 。 thanks；” Mike mumbled when he recovered。 “But I have to get to work。 Maybe some other time。”
“Absolutely。”
“See ya。” Mike climbed into his car； shaking his head in disbelief。
Edward’s Volvo； with Alice already inside； was just two cars away。
“What was that about？” I muttered as Edward held the passenger door for me。
“Just being helpful；” Edward answered。
And then Alice； waiting in the backseat； was babbling at top speed。
“You’re really not that good a mechanic； Edward。 Maybe you should have Rosalie take a look at it
tonight； just so you look good if Mike decides to let you help； you know。 Not that it wouldn’t be fun to watch
his face if Rosalie showed up to help。 But since Rosalie is supposed to be across the country attending
college； I guess that’s not the best idea。 Too bad。 Though I suppose； for Mike’s car； you’ll do。 It’s only within
the finer tunings of a good Italian sports car that you’re out of your depth。 And speaking of Italy and sports
cars that I stole there； you still owe me a yellow Porsche。 I don’t know that I want to wait for Christmas。 。 。 。”
I stopped listening after a minute； letting her quick voice bee just a hum in the background as I settled
into my patient mode。
It looked to me like Edward was trying to avoid my questions。 Fine。 He would have to be alone with me
soon enough。 It was only a matter of time。
Edward seemed to realize that； too。 He dropped Alice at the mouth of the Cullens’ drive as usual； though
by this point I half expected him to drive her to the door and walk her in。
As she got out； Alice threw a sharp look at his face。 Edward seemed pletely at ease。
“See you later；” he said。 And then； ever so slightly； he nodded。
Alice turned to disappear into the trees。
He was quiet as he turned the car around and headed back to Forks。 I waited； wondering if he would
bring it up himself。 He didn’t； and this made me tense。 What had Alice seen today at lunch？ Something he
didn’t want to tell me； and I tried to think of a reason why he would keep secrets。 Maybe it would be better to
prepare myself before I asked。 I didn’t want to freak out and have him think I couldn’t handle it； whatever it
was。
So we were both silent until we got to back to Charlie’s house。
“Light homework load tonight；” he mented。
“Mmm；” I assented。
“Do you suppose I’m allowed inside again？”
“Charlie didn’t throw a fit when you picked me up for school。”
But I was sure Charlie was going to turn sulky fast when he got home and found Edward here。 Maybe I
should make something extraspecial for dinner。
Inside； I headed up the stairs； and Edward followed。 He lounged on my bed and gazed out the window；
seeming oblivious to my edginess。
I stowed my bag and turned the puter on。 There was an unanswered email from my mom to attend
to； and she got panicky when I took too long。 I drummed my fingers as I waited for my decrepit puter to
wheeze awake； they snapped against the desk； staccato and anxious。
And then his fingers were on mine； holding them still。
“Are we a little impatient today？” he murmured。
I looked up； intending to make a sarcastic remark； but his face was closer than I’d expected。 His golden
eyes were smoldering； just inches away； and his breath was cool against my open lips。 I could taste his scent
on my tongue。
I couldn’t remember the witty response I’d been about to make。 I couldn’t remember my name。
He didn’t give me a chance to recover。
If I had my way； I would spend the majority of my time kissing Edward。 There wasn’t anything I’d
experienced in my life that pared to the feeling of his cool lips； marble hard but always so gentle； moving
with mine。
I didn’t often get my way。
So it surprised me a little when his fingers braided themselves into my hair； securing my face to his。 My
arms locked behind his neck； and I wished I was stronger — strong enough to keep him prisoner here。 One
hand slid down my back； pressing me tighter against his stone chest。 Even through his sweater； his skin was
cold enough to make me shiver — it was a shiver of pleasure； of happiness； but his hands began to loosen in
response。
I knew I had about three seconds before he would sigh and slide me deftly away； saying something about
how we’d risked my life enough for one afternoon。 Making the most of my last seconds； I crushed myself
closer； molding myself to the shape of him。 The tip of my tongue traced the curve of his lower lip； it was as
flawlessly smooth as if it had been polished； and the taste —
He pulled my face away from his； breaking my hold with ease — he probably didn’t even realize that I
was using all my strength。
He chuckled once； a low； throaty sound。 His eyes were bright with the excitement he so rigidly disciplined。
“Ah； Bella。” He sighed。
“I’d say I’m sorry； but I’m not。”
“And I should feel sorry that you’re not sorry； but I don’t。 Maybe I should go sit on the bed。”
I exhaled a little dizzily。 “If you think that’s necessary。 。 。 。”
He smiled crookedly and disentangled himself。
I shook my head a few times； trying to clear it； and turned back to my puter。 It was all warmed up
and humming now。 Well； not as much humming as groaning。
“Tell Renée I said hello。”
“Sure thing。”
I scanned through Renée’s email； shaking my head now and then at some of the dippier things she’d
done。 I was just as entertained and horrified as the first time I’d read this。 It was so like my mother to forget
exactly how paralyzed she was by heights until she was already strapped to a parachute and a dive instructor。
I felt a little frustrated with Phil； her husband of almost two years； for allowing that one。 I would have taken
better care of her。 I knew her so much better。
You have to let them go their own way eventually； I reminded myself。 You have to let them have their own
life。 。 。 。
I’d spent most of my life taking care of Renée； patiently guiding her away from her craziest plans； good
naturedly enduring the ones I couldn’t talk her out of。 I’d always been indulgent with my mom； amused by her；
even a little condescending to her。 I saw her cornucopia of