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His　eyes　slid　back　to　mine；　still　tight。　〃Newton's　getting　on　my　nerves。〃　

〃You　weren't　listening　again？〃　I　was　horrorstruck。　All　traces　of　my　
sudden　good　humor　vanished。　

〃How's　your　head？〃　he　asked　innocently。　

〃You're　unbelievable！〃　I　turned；　stomping　away　in　the　general　direction　
of　the　parking　lot；　though　I　hadn't　ruled　out　walking　at　this　point。　

He　kept　up　with　me　easily。　

〃You　were　the　one　who　mentioned　how　I'd　never　seen　you　in　Gym　—　it　made　
me　curious。〃　He　didn't　sound　repentant；　so　I　ignored　him。　

We　walked　in　silence　—　a　furious；　embarrassed　silence　on　my　part　—　to　his　
car。　But　I　had　to　stop　a　few　steps　away　—　a　crowd　of　people；　all　boys；　
were　surrounding　it。　

Then　I　realized　they　weren't　surrounding　the　Volvo；　they　were　actually　
circled　around　Rosalie's　red　convertible；　unmistakable　lust　in　their　
eyes。　None　of　them　even　looked　up　as　Edward　slid　between　them　to　open　his　
door。　I　climbed　quickly　in　the　passenger　side；　also　unnoticed。　

〃Ostentatious；〃　he　muttered。　

〃What　kind　of　car　is　that？〃　I　asked。　

〃An　M3。〃　

〃I　don't　speak　Car　and　Driver。〃　

〃It's　a　BMW。〃　He　rolled　his　eyes；　not　looking　at　me；　trying　to　back　out　
without　running　over　the　car　enthusiasts。　

I　nodded　—　I'd　heard　of　that　one。　

〃Are　you　still　angry？〃　he　asked　as　he　carefully　maneuvered　his　way　out。　

〃Definitely。〃　

He　sighed。　〃Will　you　forgive　me　if　I　apologize？〃　

〃Maybe…　if　you　mean　it。　And　if　you　promise　not　to　do　it　again；〃　I　
insisted。　

His　eyes　were　suddenly　shrewd。　〃How　about　if　I　mean　it；　and　I　agree　to　
let　you　drive　Saturday？〃　he　countered　my　conditions。　

I　considered；　and　decided　it　was　probably　the　best　offer　I　would　get。　
〃Deal；〃　I　agreed。　

〃Then　I'm　very　sorry　I　upset　you。〃　His　eyes　burned　with　sincerity　for　a　
protracted　moment　—　playing　havoc　with　the　rhythm　of　my　heart　—　and　then　
turned　playful。　〃And　I'll　be　on　your　doorstep　bright　and　early　Saturday　
morning。〃　

〃Um；　it　doesn't　help　with　the　Charlie　situation　if　an　unexplained　Volvo　
is　left　in　the　driveway。〃　

His　smile　was　condescending　now。　〃I　wasn't　intending　to　bring　a　car。〃　

〃How　—〃　

He　cut　me　off。　〃Don't　worry　about　it。　I'll　be　there；　no　car。〃　

I　let　it　go。　I　had　a　more　pressing　question。　

〃Is　it　later　yet？〃　I　asked　significantly。　

He　frowned。　〃I　supposed　it　is　later。〃　

I　kept　my　expression　polite　as　I　waited。　

He　stopped　the　car。　I　looked　up；　surprised　—　of　course　we　were　already　at　
Charlie's　house；　parked　behind　the　truck。　It　was　easier　to　ride　with　him　
if　I　only　looked　when　it　was　over。　When　I　looked　back　at　him；　he　was　
staring　at　me；　measuring　with　his　eyes。　

〃And　you　still　want　to　know　why　you　can't　see　me　hunt？〃　He　seemed　solemn；　
but　I　thought　I　saw　a　trace　of　humor　deep　in　his　eyes。　

〃Well；〃　I　clarified；　〃I　was　mostly　wondering　about　your　reaction。〃　

〃Did　I　frighten　you？〃　Yes；　there　was　definitely　humor　there。　

〃No；〃　I　lied。　He　didn't　buy　it。　

〃I　apologize　for　scaring　you；〃　he　persisted　with　a　slight　smile；　but　then　
all　evidence　of　teasing　disappeared。　〃It　was　just　the　very　thought　of　you　
being　there…　while　we　hunted。〃　His　jaw　tightened。　

〃That　would　be　bad？〃　

He　spoke　from　between　clenched　teeth。　〃Extremely。〃　

〃Because…　？〃　

He　took　a　deep　breath　and　stared　through　the　windshield　at　the　thick；　
rolling　clouds　that　seemed　to　press　down；　almost　within　reach。　

〃When　we　hunt；〃　he　spoke　slowly；　unwillingly；　〃we　give　ourselves　over　to　
our　senses…　govern　less　with　our　minds。　Especially　our　sense　of　smell。　If　
you　were　anywhere　near　me　when　I　lost　control　that　way…〃　He　shook　his　
head；　still　gazing　morosely　at　the　heavy　clouds。　

I　kept　my　expression　firmly　under　control；　expecting　the　swift　flash　of　
his　eyes　to　judge　my　reaction　that　soon　followed。　My　face　gave　nothing　
away。　

But　our　eyes　held；　and　the　silence　deepened　—　and　changed。　Flickers　of　
the　electricity　I'd　felt　this　afternoon　began　to　charge　the　atmosphere　as　
he　gazed　unrelentingly　into　my　eyes。　It　wasn't　until　my　head　started　to　
swim　that　I　realized　I　wasn't　breathing。　When　I　drew　in　a　jagged　breath；　
breaking　the　stillness；　he　closed　his　eyes。　

〃Bella；　I　think　you　should　go　inside　now。〃　His　low　voice　was　rough；　his　
eyes　on　the　clouds　again。　

I　opened　the　door；　and　the　arctic　draft　that　burst　into　the　car　helped　
clear　my　head。　Afraid　I　might　stumble　in　my　woozy　state；　I　stepped　
carefully　out　of　the　car　and　shut　the　door　behind　me　without　looking　
back。　The　whir　of　the　automatic　window　unrolling　made　me　turn。　

〃Oh；　Bella？〃　he　called　after　me；　his　voice　more　even。　He　leaned　toward　
the　open　window　with　a　faint　smile　on　his　lips。　

〃Yes？〃　

〃Tomorrow　it's　my　turn。〃　

〃Your　turn　to　what？〃　

He　smiled　wider；　flashing　his　gleaming　teeth。　〃Ask　the　questions。〃　

And　then　he　was　gone；　the　car　speeding　down　the　street　and　disappearing　
around　the　corner　before　I　could　even　collect　my　thoughts。　I　smiled　as　I　
walked　to　the　house。　It　was　clear　he　was　planning　to　see　me　tomorrow；　if　
nothing　else。　

That　night　Edward　starred　in　my　dreams；　as　usual。　However；　the　climate　of　
my　unconsciousness　had　changed。　It　thrilled　with　the　same　electricity　
that　had　charged　the　afternoon；　and　I　tossed　and　turned　restlessly；　
waking　often。　It　was　only　in　the　early　hours　of　the　morning　that　I　
finally　sank　into　an　exhausted；　dreamless　sleep。　

When　I　woke　I　was　still　tired；　but　edgy　as　well。　I　pulled　on　my　brown　
turtleneck　and　the　inescapable　jeans；　sighing　as　I　daydreamed　of　
spaghetti　straps　and　shorts。　Breakfast　was　the　usual；　quiet　event　I　
expected。　Charlie　fried　eggs　for　himself；　I　had　my　bowl　of　cereal。　I　
wondered　if　he　had　forgotten　about　this　Saturday。　He　answered　my　unspoken　
question　as　he　stood　up　to　take　his　plate　to　the　sink。　

〃About　this　Saturday…〃　he　began；　walking　across　the　kitchen　and　turning　
on　the　faucet。　

I　cringed。　〃Yes；　Dad？〃　

〃Are　you　still　set　on　going　to　Seattle？〃　he　asked。　

〃That　was　the　plan。〃　I　grimaced；　wishing　he　hadn't　brought　it　up　so　I　
wouldn't　have　to　pose　careful　halftruths。　

He　squeezed　some　dish　soap　onto　his　plate　and　swirled　it　around　with　the　
brush。　〃And　you're　sure　you　can't　make　it　back　in　time　for　the　dance？〃　

〃I'm　not　going　to　the　dance；　Dad。〃　I　glared。　

〃Didn't　anyone　ask　you？〃　he　asked；　trying　to　hide　his　concern　by　focusing　
on　rinsing　the　plate。　

I　sidestepped　the　minefield。　〃It's　a　girl's　choice。〃　

〃Oh。〃　He　frowned　as　he　dried　his　plate。　

I　sympathized　with　him。　It　must　be　a　hard　thing；　to　be　a　father；　living　
in　fear　that　your　daughter　would　meet　a　boy　she　liked；　but　also　having　to　
worry　if　she　didn't。　How　ghastly　it　would　be；　I　thought；　shuddering；　if　
Charlie　had　even　the　slightest　inkling　of　exactly　what　I　did　like。　

Charlie　left　then；　with　a　goodbye　wave；　and　I　went　upstairs　to　brush　my　
teeth　and　gather　my　books。　When　I　heard　the　cruiser　pull　away；　I　could　
only　wait　a　few　seconds　before　I　had　to　peek　out　of　my　window。　The　silver　
car　was　already　there；　waiting　in　Charlie's　spot　on　the　driveway。　I　
bounded　down　the　stairs　and　out　the　front　door；　wondering　how　long　this　
bizarre　routine　would　continue。　I　never　wanted　it　to　end。　

He　waited　in　the　car；　not　appearing　to　watch　as　I　shut　the　door　behind　me　
without　bothering　to　lock　the　deadbolt。　I　walked　to　the　car；　pausing　
shyly　before　opening　the　door　and　stepping　in。　He　was　smiling；　relaxed　—　
and；　as　usual；　perfect　and　beautiful　to　an　excruciating　degree。　

〃Good　morning。〃　His　voice　was　silky。　〃How　are　you　today？〃　His　eyes　roamed　
over　my　face；　as　if　his　question　was　something　more　than　simple　courtesy。　

〃Good；　thank　you。〃　I　was　always　good　—　much　more　than　good　—　when　I　was　
near　him。　

His　gaze　lingered　on　the　circles　under　my　eyes。　〃You　look　tired。〃　

〃I　couldn't　sleep；〃　I　confessed；　automatically　swinging　my　hair　around　my　
shoulder　to　provide　some　measure　of　cover。　

〃Neither　could　I；〃　he　teased　as　he　started　the　engine。　I　was　being　
used　to　the　quiet　purr。　I　was　sure　the　roar　of　my　truck　would　scare　me；　
whenever　I　got　to　drive　it　again。　

I　laughed。　〃I　guess　that's　right。　I　suppose　I　slept　just　a　little　bit　
more　than　you　did。〃　

〃I'd　wager　you　did。〃　

〃So　what　did　you　do　last　night？〃　I　asked。　

He　chuckled。　〃Not　a　chance。　It's　my　day　to　ask　questions。〃　

〃Oh；　that's　right。　What　do　you　want　to　know？〃　My　forehead　creased。　I　
couldn't　imagine　anything　about　me　that　could　be　in　any　way　interesting　
to　him。　

〃What's　your　favorite　color？〃　he　asked；　his　face　grave。　

I　rolled　my　eyes。　〃It　changes　from　day　to　day。〃　

〃What's　your　favorite　color　today？〃　He　was　still　solemn。　

〃Probably　brown。〃　I　tended　to　dress　according　to　my　mood。　

He　snorted；　dropping　his　serious　expression。　〃Brown？〃　he　asked　
skeptically。　

〃Sure。　Brown　is　warm。　I　miss　brown。　Everything　that's　supposed　to　be　
brown　—　tree　trunks；　rocks；　dirt　—　is　all　covered　up　with　squashy　green　
stuff　here；〃　I　plained。　

He　seemed　fascinated　by　my　little　rant。　He　considered　for　a　moment；　
staring　into　my　eyes。　

〃You're　right；〃　he　decided；　serious　again。　〃Brown　is　warm。〃　He　reached　
over；　swiftly；　but　somehow　still　hesitantly；　to　sweep　my　hair　back　behind