A/N at the end... I hope you like it!


When I walked into the restaurant, I was definitely not expecting to see Edward standing there talking to my father. Damn, he must actually know him. But, how? Maybe he is a regular here at the restaurant. When my dad looked up and caught my eye, I saw his smirk, and then when he asked Edward what he'd say, I was just about to interrupt, then decided to just let it play out.

When he told my father he genuinely thought I was the most beautiful woman in the city; I was sure dad would put him in his place, but he recovered nicely by saying he knew he didn't have to tell my father that. I still don't know what compelled me to ask him where he was taking me to dinner. When I stopped to ask his name, I thought for sure he'd bump into me. That totally would have made my day. I giggled internally, until I heard his name. I mean, everyone knows the Cullen's. But, it wasn't that big of a deal. He's just a guy. Yeah, I know, an amazingly hot man, but just a man nonetheless. At least that's what I told myself.

I walked out onto the sidewalk, and turned towards Edward.

"Shall we walk? It's fairly nice out."

"Yeah, that would be rather nice." He responded with a small grin.

I turned and headed down the street, after a couple steps, Edward fell into step with me. "So, how do you know my father?"

"Umm, he's the chief of police, I thought everyone knew him." I knew that his line was bullshit.

"So, gonna start our date off with sarcasm?" I smirked, knowing he'd now fumble. But, was presently surprised when he didn't.

"Gonna start the date off with an attitude?" He retorted. I giggled and chanced a glance at him, his eyes were shining with mirth.

"Yeah, well. Nice recovery there slick."

He laughed. "Point for me."

"I guess." I said giving a non-committal shrug. Trying my damndest to hold in my laughter, I looked over at him, and caught his eyes, and we both lost it, and busted out laughing.

"OK, so, I'm a police officer. Your dad clearly used to be my boss, and my mentor. When I was a rookie, your dad took me under his wing." Oh, well, that I was not expecting. He's a cop. Very noble. I grew up with a cop father, I know what that life is like.

"Oh, well, that explains it." He stopped, and rested his fingers gently on my arm, causing me to pause my steps as well, as I turned to him, he had a shy smile on his face.

"I'm sorry that I was ignorant and clearly invited you to a restaurant named after you. Honestly, I wasn't thinking about the name, just that I thought I could impress you with knowing the owner. Clearly, that worked out so well for me. Also, I apologize for not figuring it out that you were Charlie's daughter." He was starting to babble, so I took his hand, smiled, and turned to walk the last block to El Nopal.

"Edward, going to my father was incredibly brave of you, but also, incredibly sweet." I shyly told him. I thought that made him a bigger man, going to own up his mistakes that not only had the ability to help him, but the ability to put him six feet under, and no one know what happened.

He led me into the restaurant with his hand on my back, spoke to the hostess, and even pulled my chair out for me. As we sat, the waiter delivered chips and salsa, and took our drink order. Edward and I both asked for Queso at the same time, smiling at each other.

We sat quietly for a moment, perusing the menu, I don't know why I bothered looking, I knew exactly what I was going to get. I always get the same thing. I finally set the menu down, and looked over at Edward who seemed to be looking at me over his menu. I smiled softly at him, and that seemed to break the quiet tension.

We spoke all through dinner, just getting to know you stuff. I laughed like I hadn't laughed in months, he was so damn funny. And always gave as good as he got. He was witty, charming, and incredibly sexy. Definitely the kind of guy I could date. Or just fuck. Yeah, I'd be good with either.

All too soon, dinner was over, and he and I were walking back towards La Bella's, I didn't quite want the night to end, so I asked him to join me for a drink. He readily agreed. We walked in, and my dad was at the hostess stand, smirking.

"What can I do for you kids?" He asked. In his father knows best voice. I raised my brow at him, while I notice Edward swallow heavily, he looked a little nervous.

"We're having a drink dad, and no, you cannot join us. My table clear?" I asked in a no-nonsense voice. I was actually digging on Edward, and I didn't want my dad around cramping my style.

He smirked at me, before giving me the all clear. After asking Edward what he wanted to drink, I went to the bar, and made myself a rum and sprite and getting Edward his beer, I made my way back to the table.

"So, you looked a little nervous back there, what's up with that?"

"Well," He started, then pausing to take a long pull of his beer, then licking his top lip. I had to squeeze my thighs together at that. "I kinda felt like a boy picking a girl up for prom. Don't get me wrong, I think your dad is one of the best people, but, still, he's your dad." I giggled at his admission. It took a lot for most guys to admit that kind of shit.

"Well, I'm glad your 'picking me up for prom' then." I spoke sincerely.

"Me too." He smiled genuinely at me, after a moment's pause, we began chatting away again. Before I realized it, dad was coming out of the back, asking if we were staying, and if we were would I lock up. I hadn't even realized it had gotten so late.

I looked at Edward, trying to figure out what he wanted to do. He smiled at me, nodding slightly. I kissed my father goodbye, Edward shook his hand goodbye, and we went back to chatting and drinking happily.

So, I am really sorry that I couldn't update. I broke my old laptop. Oh yeah, I dropped it and it bit the dirt. I had to wait a bit to get a new one and then for my husband to transfer all the files. And since I couldn't remember where I dropped off, I haven't yet written the next chapter, but I promise to update again by Monday night. Barring any more ridiculous attempts on my part to see if my new laptop can withstand a little flying. Please review. I promise to respond, and it makes me so excited.

Thanks, Catie