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people。〃　

He　tilted　his　head　to　one　side；　and　his　eyes　were　curious。　〃I　dazzle　
people？〃　

〃You　haven't　noticed？　Do　you　think　everybody　gets　their　way　so　easily？〃　

He　ignored　my　questions。　〃Do　I　dazzle　you？〃　

〃Frequently；〃　I　admitted。　

And　then　our　server　arrived；　her　face　expectant。　The　hostess　had　
definitely　dished　behind　the　scenes；　and　this　new　girl　didn't　look　
disappointed。　She　flipped　a　strand　of　short　black　hair　behind　one　ear　and　
smiled　with　unnecessary　warmth。　

〃Hello。　My　name　is　Amber；　and　I'll　be　your　server　tonight。　What　can　I　get　

you　to　drink？〃　I　didn't　miss　that　she　was　speaking　only　to　him。　

He　looked　at　me。　

〃I'll　have　a　Coke。〃　It　sounded　like　a　question。　

〃Two　Cokes；〃　he　said。　

〃I'll　be　right　back　with　that；〃　she　assured　him　with　another　unnecessary　
smile。　But　he　didn't　see　it。　He　was　watching　me。　

〃What？〃　I　asked　when　she　left。　

His　eyes　stayed　fixed　on　my　face。　〃How　are　you　feeling？〃　

〃I'm　fine；〃　I　replied；　surprised　by　his　intensity。　

〃You　don't　feel　dizzy；　sick；　cold…　？〃　

〃Should　I？〃　

He　chuckled　at　my　puzzled　tone。　

〃Well；　I'm　actually　waiting　for　you　to　go　into　shock。〃　His　face　twisted　
up　into　that　perfect　crooked　smile。　

〃I　don't　think　that　will　happen；〃　I　said　after　I　could　breathe　again。　
〃I've　always　been　very　good　at　repressing　unpleasant　things。〃　

〃Just　the　same；　I'll　feel　better　when　you　have　some　sugar　and　food　in　
you。〃　

Right　on　cue；　the　waitress　appeared　with　our　drinks　and　a　basket　of　
breadsticks。　She　stood　with　her　back　to　me　as　she　placed　them　on　the　
table。　

〃Are　you　ready　to　order？〃　she　asked　Edward。　

〃Bella？〃　he　asked。　She　turned　unwillingly　toward　me。　

I　picked　the　first　thing　I　saw　on　the　menu。　〃Um…　I'll　have　the　mushroom　
ravioli。〃　

〃And　you？〃　She　turned　back　to　him　with　a　smile。　

〃Nothing　for　me；〃　he　said。　Of　course　not。　

〃Let　me　know　if　you　change　your　mind。〃　The　coy　smile　was　still　in　place；　
but　he　wasn't　looking　at　her；　and　she　left　dissatisfied。　

〃Drink；〃　he　ordered。　

I　sipped　at　my　soda　obediently；　and　then　drank　more　deeply；　surprised　by　
how　thirsty　I　was。　I　realized　I　had　finished　the　whole　thing　when　he　
pushed　his　glass　toward　me。　

〃Thanks；〃　I　muttered；　still　thirsty。　The　cold　from　the　icy　soda　was　
radiating　through　my　chest；　and　I　shivered。　

〃Are　you　cold？〃　

〃It's　just　the　Coke；〃　I　explained；　shivering　again。　

〃Don't　you　have　a　jacket？〃　His　voice　was　disapproving。　

〃Yes。〃　I　looked　at　the　empty　bench　next　to　me。　〃Oh　—　I　left　it　in　
Jessica's　car；〃　I　realized。　

Edward　was　shrugging　out　of　his　jacket。　I　suddenly　realized　that　I　had　
never　once　noticed　what　he　was　wearing　—　not　just　tonight；　but　ever。　I　
just　couldn't　seem　to　look　away　from　his　face。　I　made　myself　look　now；　
focusing。　He　was　removing　a　light　beige　leather　jacket　now；　underneath　he　

wore　an　ivory　turtleneck　sweater。　It　fit　him　snugly；　emphasizing　how　
muscular　his　chest　was。　

He　handed　me　the　jacket；　interrupting　my　ogling。　

〃Thanks；〃　I　said　again；　sliding　my　arms　into　his　jacket。　It　was　cold　—　
the　way　my　jacket　felt　when　I　first　picked　it　up　in　the　morning；　hanging　
in　the　drafty　hallway。　I　shivered　again。　It　smelled　amazing。　I　inhaled；　
trying　to　identify　the　delicious　scent。　It　didn't　smell　like　cologne。　The　
sleeves　were　much　too　long；　I　shoved　them　back　so　I　could　free　my　hands。　

〃That　color　blue　looks　lovely　with　your　skin；〃　he　said；　watching　me。　I　
was　surprised；　I　looked　down；　flushing；　of　course。　

He　pushed　the　bread　basket　toward　me。　

〃Really；　I'm　not　going　into　shock；〃　I　protested。　

〃You　should　be　—　a　normal　person　would　be。　You　don't　even　look　shaken。〃　
He　seemed　unsettled。　He　stared　into　my　eyes；　and　I　saw　how　light　his　eyes　
were；　lighter　than　I'd　ever　seen　them；　golden　butterscotch。　

〃I　feel　very　safe　with　you；〃　I　confessed；　mesmerized　into　telling　the　
truth　again。　

That　displeased　him；　his　alabaster　brow　furrowed。　He　shook　his　head；　
frowning。　

〃This　is　more　plicated　than　I'd　planned；〃　he　murmured　to　himself。　

I　picked　up　a　breadstick　and　began　nibbling　on　the　end；　measuring　his　
expression。　I　wondered　when　it　would　be　okay　to　start　questioning　him。　

〃Usually　you're　in　a　better　mood　when　your　eyes　are　so　light；〃　I　
mented；　trying　to　distract　him　from　whatever　thought　had　left　him　
frowning　and　somber。　

He　stared　at　me；　stunned。　〃What？〃　

〃You're　always　crabbier　when　your　eyes　are　black　—　I　expect　it　then；〃　I　
went　on。　〃I　have　a　theory　about　that。〃　

His　eyes　narrowed。　〃More　theories？〃　

〃Mmhm。〃　I　chewed　on　a　small　bite　of　the　bread；　trying　to　look　
indifferent。　

〃I　hope　you　were　more　creative　this　time…　or　are　you　still　stealing　from　
ic　books？〃　His　faint　smile　was　mocking；　his　eyes　were　still　tight。　

〃Well；　no；　I　didn't　get　it　from　a　ic　book；　but　I　didn't　e　up　with　
it　on　my　own；　either；〃　I　confessed。　

〃And？〃　he　prompted。　

But　then　the　waitress　strode　around　the　partition　with　my　food。　I　
realized　we'd　been　unconsciously　leaning　toward　each　other　across　the　
table；　because　we　both　straightened　up　as　she　approached。　She　set　the　
dish　in　front　of　me　—　it　looked　pretty　good　—　and　turned　quickly　to　
Edward。　

〃Did　you　change　your　mind？〃　she　asked。　〃Isn't　there　anything　I　can　get　
you？〃　I　may　have　been　imagining　the　double　meaning　in　her　words。　

〃No；　thank　you；　but　some　more　soda　would　be　nice。〃　He　gestured　with　a　
long　white　hand　to　the　empty　cups　in　front　of　me。　

〃Sure。〃　She　removed　the　empty　glasses　and　walked　away。　

〃You　were　saying？〃　he　asked。　

〃I'll　tell　you　about　it　in　the　car。　If…〃　I　paused。　

〃There　are　conditions？〃　He　raised　one　eyebrow；　his　voice　ominous。　

〃I　do　have　a　few　questions；　of　course。〃　

〃Of　course。〃　

The　waitress　was　back　with　two　more　Cokes。　She　sat　them　down　without　a　
word　this　time；　and　left　again。　

I　took　a　sip。　

〃Well；　go　ahead；〃　he　pushed；　his　voice　still　hard。　

I　started　with　the　most　undemanding。　Or　so　I　thought。　〃Why　are　you　in　
Port　Angeles？〃　

He　looked　down；　folding　his　large　hands　together　slowly　on　the　table。　His　
eyes　flickered　up　at　me　from　under　his　lashes；　the　hint　of　a　smirk　on　his　
face。　

〃Next。〃　

〃But　that's　the　easiest　one；〃　I　objected。　

〃Next；〃　he　repeated。　

I　looked　down；　frustrated。　I　unrolled　my　silverware；　picked　up　my　fork；　
and　carefully　speared　a　ravioli。　I　put　it　in　my　mouth　slowly；　still　
looking　down；　chewing　while　I　thought。　The　mushrooms　were　good。　I　
swallowed　and　took　another　sip　of　Coke　before　I　looked　up。　

〃Okay；　then。〃　I　glared　at　him；　and　continued　slowly。　〃Let's　say；　
hypothetically　of　course；　that…　someone…　could　know　what　people　are　
thinking；　read　minds；　you　know　—　with　a　few　exceptions。〃　

〃Just　one　exception；〃　he　corrected；　〃hypothetically。〃　

〃All　right；　with　one　exception；　then。〃　I　was　thrilled　that　he　was　playing　
along；　but　I　tried　to　seem　casual。　

〃How　does　that　work？　What　are　the　limitations？　How　would…　that　someone…　
find　someone　else　at　exactly　the　right　time？　How　would　he　know　she　was　in　
trouble？〃　I　wondered　if　my　convoluted　questions　even　made　sense。　

〃Hypothetically？〃　he　asked。　

〃Sure。〃　

〃Well；　if…　that　someone…〃　

〃Let's　call　him　'Joe；'〃　I　suggested。　

He　smiled　wryly。　〃Joe；　then。　If　Joe　had　been　paying　attention；　the　timing　
wouldn't　have　needed　to　be　quite　so　exact。〃　He　shook　his　head；　rolling　
his　eyes。　〃Only　you　could　get　into　trouble　in　a　town　this　small。　You　
would　have　devastated　their　crime　rate　statistics　for　a　decade；　you　know。〃　

〃We　were　speaking　of　a　hypothetical　case；〃　I　reminded　him　frostily。　

He　laughed　at　me；　his　eyes　warm。　

〃Yes；　we　were；〃　he　agreed。　〃Shall　we　call　you　'Jane'？〃　

〃How　did　you　know？〃　I　asked；　unable　to　curb　my　intensity。　I　realized　I　
was　leaning　toward　him　again。　

He　seemed　to　be　wavering；　torn　by　some　internal　dilemma。　His　eyes　locked　
with　mine；　and　I　guessed　he　was　making　the　decision　right　then　whether　or　
not　to　simply　tell　me　the　truth。　

〃You　can　trust　me；　you　know；〃　I　murmured。　I　reached　forward；　without　

thinking；　to　touch　his　folded　hands；　but　he　slid　them　away　minutely；　and　
I　pulled　my　hand　back。　

〃I　don't　know　if　I　have　a　choice　anymore。〃　His　voice　was　almost　a　
whisper。　〃I　was　wrong　—　you're　much　more　observant　than　I　gave　you　credit　
for。〃　

〃I　thought　you　were　always　right。〃　

〃I　used　to　be。〃　He　shook　his　head　again。　〃I　was　wrong　about　you　on　one　
other　thing；　as　well。　You're　not　a　mag　for　accidents　—　that's　not　a　
broad　enough　classification。　You　are　a　mag　for　trouble。　If　there　is　
anything　dangerous　within　a　tenmile　radius；　it　will　invariably　find　you。〃　

〃And　you　put　yourself　into　that　category？〃　I　guessed。　

His　face　turned　cold；　expressionless。　〃Unequivocally。〃　

I　stretched　my　hand　across　the　table　again　—　ignoring　him　when　he　pulled　
back　slightly　once　more　—　to　touch　the　back　of　his　hand　shyly　with　my　
fingertips。　His　skin　was　cold　and　hard；　like　a　stone。　

〃Thank　you。〃　My　voice　was　fervent　with　gratitude。　〃That's　twice　now。〃　

His　face　softened。　〃Let's　not　try　for　three；　agreed？〃　

I　scowled；　but　nodded。　He　moved　his　hand　out　from　under　mine；　placing　
both　of　his　under　the　table。　But　he　leaned　toward　me。