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Chapter 8

Words cannot express the depth to which I adore my sister this morning. I was a little upset when she came into my bedroom at six in the morning and announced I would be building booths for the carnival on my one day off but now I see Bella is my partner and all is forgiven. I laid awake most of the night moving between kicking myself for not kissing her, remembering what it was like to kiss her and hoping that no one in D.C. was kissing her. I wanted to know but I didn't want to ask. It wasn't my business, but, it didn't change the fact that I really wanted to know.

Bella was beautiful in the morning light. Her hair was up off her slender neck and shoulders and she smiled to herself while she worked hanging white Christmas lights on one of the booths. We hadn't said much. I was trying not to stare at her but it was really difficult. She stopped for a minute and pushed herself up on the front counter of the booth.

"Edward, can I ask you something?" She said. Immediately having my full attention I stopped to see what she wanted. I walked over and slid up next to her.

"Sure. What's up?" I wanted to run my fingers lightly down her bare arms. Run my fingertips over her neck and behind her ear as she talked. It was hell keeping my hands to myself.

"My grandmother was acting odd this morning. She was confused and that's not like her at all." Bella looked concerned for her grandmother. Her brown knit together between her brown eyes.

"She's getting up there. Some confusion in the elderly is normal but as her primary care physician I can tell you she's in great health. Suffering from a little heart trouble but nothing I would be concerned with." I told her. she looked like she was going to cry.

"Heart trouble? Is she sick?" she asked me. Without thinking I squeezed her shoulder tightly.

"Not like you're thinking. Helen has a crush on Old Quil." It was really sweet to see them dance around each other because they were both to chicken to make a move. Bella smiled brightly and clutched her heart.

"How cute is that? Does he like her too?" she asked. I shook my head. "Yeah. She checks the books to see when his appointments are to make sure she is dressed up and pretty when he comes in."

"I don't know how to ask this but…." Her cheeks flushed.


"Edward are they um…..Well are they uh….." she stammered.

"No." I said with a smile.

"Really? Oh thank god. " She said as she hopped down to continue working. I moved over and started helping her hang lights.

"It's not that I wouldn't be happy for her but I'm staying with her and no one wants to walk in on that." She shivered and stuck out her tongue. I laughed out loud.

"I understand totally. I live with my parents and while it's wonderful that they are still in love after all these years it's a little much to walk in and see them making out on the island." It happened more often than you'd think and more often then I wanted to see.

"I could live with that." She said wistfully.

"Trust me. No you couldn't. It's gross. At almost 30 I shouldn't see my parents making out." I told her.

"No. that's not what I meant. I meant that having a man be that in love with you after 20 plus years is the dream. Everyone wants to be loved like that." She was reaching up to push lights into the corner of the booth. She was on her tip toes and refusing to ask for help. I went over behind her, placed my hand over hers and pushed the light the rest of the way.

"Are your parents like that?" I asked. She shook her head.

"My parents don't even share a room anymore. My dad 'snores' and my mother doesn't like to mess her up between appointments." She said it like it was the most casual thing in the world. I smiled at her politely. It never occurred to me that people didn't stay in love like my parents were in love.

"Hey handsome." Tanya's voice was like nails on a chalk board. She was in a skin tight dress that barely covered her ass and seven inch heels. She wasn't here to work much to my utter dismay.

"Morning Tanya." I said in monotone. She really couldn't take a hint.

"Hey Tanya. Nice to see you again." Bella said sweetly.

"Edward I was wondering what you were doing tonight…" Tanya slinked closer to me and ran her finger down the front of my shirt. I could feel Bella watching us.

"Why?" I said. I should of just said watching battle star galactica again, it wasn't a lie.

"There's a brand new Italian restaurant in Port Angeles and I heard they have a great wine selection. I was thinking we could have a nice glass of wine, talk." She licked her lips and arched her hips into me. I was pinned between her and the booth, with Bella not a foot away. "Maybe we could do a little bit more then talk." She said licking her lips.

"Hey didn't you tell your mom and Alice that we would go pick up stuff from the printer tonight? It seemed pretty important." Bella interjected.

"Oh I did. I did tell them that. And it's really really important." I said moving her gently out of my personal space.

"Sorry honey, I guess he'll just have to rain check ya." Bella said walking over and putting her little hand in mine with a tiny squeeze.

"Of course. Don't want to disappoint your mother." She said through clenched teeth. "I'll call you tonight." She said seductively. She turned on her heel and stalked off haughtily. I looked down at Bella with true admiration.

"Let it never be said that your acting skills aren't on par with any Oscar winning actress."

"You are very welcome." She said while returning to hanging decorations.

"You know I really don't have plans tonight." I said.

"Me either." She sighed.

"Wanna see a movie?" I asked her. she blushed again,

"Like a date?" she asked softly. I blushed brightly and stumbled on my words,

"Well yeah. I mean we haven't….and I would really like too spend….at least I was hoping we could." I am such a hopless dork.

"I'd love too." She leaned up and kissed my cheek lightly then bit her lower lip.

"So we have a date…" I said.

"Mmhmm." She replied. I could barely contain myself.

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