Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer is the creator of Twilight.
Here we go again betas. Thank you for sticking with me and for all the good things you do.
To all the loyal followers out there, I hope you enjoy this story as much as you did the last one. Please let me know your thoughts. This story is going to be primarily written in EPOV but BPOV will not be lacking. We will see more of Rosalie and Emmett in this one as well. I really like those two.
Man, I hate it when I run late. After I jump in the shower and shave, I skip breakfast and rush out the door to make it to an early morning appointment. I fumble with my tie as I walk toward my new red 2013 Jaguar F-Type. I smile just looking at her. As I slip behind the wheel my smile gets even bigger, I love new car smell.
I make it to the consultation with my colleagues on time. The consult is concerning a seven year old boy struck blind at the age of three after a violent fall from the tree house his father had built for him. When the little boy was standing on one of the slats of the guardrail, it broke free and he started his descent through the branches of the tree, falling head first to the ground. He has been blind ever since. I know the father harbors terrible guilt for not securing the guardrail around the exterior more safely but there isn't much he can do about it now.
After months of recovery, the little boy is now in the care of The Cullen Institute and after hours upon hours of review over little Jimmy's medical records, I fear there is nothing we can do and now I need to tell the parents. This is the part of my job I hate the most.
After meeting with Jimmy's parents, James and Susan Peterson, regarding Jimmy's prognosis, Susan was in a better mindset than James and I referred them to our learning center. Jimmy has already adapted to his blindness and I am certain he will do quite well under the care of the center.
I check my watch and see that I have two hours before my next appointment so I return to my office, hang up my lab coat, trading it for my suit jacket and head out for my morning Espresso.
"Angela, I'm headed to my other office. You know the drill." I say as I slip my arms in the sleeve of my jacket buttoning it as I walk down the hall.
"I know the drill, doctor, but do you have your phone on you?" Angela shouts at me down the hall.
"Shit!" I turn back around, running down the hall to my office and pull my cell out of my lab coat then run back down the hall, waving at Angela as I pass her.
Once outside, I stop and take a deep breath of air and feel the sun on my face, a rarity in this part of the country. It feels good. It feels warm and I smile at that. I like this time of year, the time between summer and fall. I walk the few short blocks to the Café Van Gogh. I love the building that the coffee shop is located in. It's a corner red brick building with painted green trim. It has a brownstone look about it which makes you feel at home.
As I cross the street, I see her sitting in her usual spot, two tables to the left of the front door. It's a small table that can seat two and as usual, her guide dog is laying just under the table but close enough for her to touch him. I like that I can stand on the opposite corner of the street and see straight into the window and observe her.
I remember the first time I walked into the shop and saw her sitting there reading in Braille. She's a fast reader I noticed. The way her delicate fingers quickly skimmed over the pages. I particularly enjoyed her grin when she came to a funny part of the story. Then once, I heard her actually laugh out loud. I caught my breath when I heard that. I knew then that I wanted to hear it again.
So what started out as a need for my double espresso macchiato every day soon became my desire to see her. I would sit across the café, pretending to read the newspaper or medical notes, but I would actually be watching her. The way she periodically recognizes her guide dog, or stops to feel the rays of sun on her face, or will listen in on someone's conversation.
What really surprised me was the reaction I had when a long haired college student-type approached her. I was tense and on edge but her dog immediately became alert and growled at the intruder. Scared the shit out of the pussy and he left. In a hurry. I got a kick out of the smirk she had on her face as she rewarded her dog with some love. Lucky dog.
Today, however, she is enjoying the warmth of the sun coming through the glass window. She has her face turned up toward the sun, smiling. I run my hands through my hair forcing my eyes away from her. Is it called voyeurism if you stare at a beautiful blind girl?
Today's the day, I repeat to myself. Today I speak to her.
I open the door and I glance over at her and her head snaps in my direction. I watch her as she slowly takes a deep breath.
"Hello Dr. Cullen, the usual?" I jump when Myra speaks to me.
"Good morning, Myra, yes please, the usual." I say looking behind me, afraid she will leave before I get the nerve to say something to her.
This is it. Man up, Cullen. Don't be a pussy.
After I pay for my espresso, I turn, take a deep breath and walk toward her. First, I take note of her dog. I don't particularly want him biting me today. I am surprised that he stays put and sniffs my shoes.
"Excuse me. Miss?" I finally say to her after seeing her here, in this very seat, every day for the past 3 months. She doesn't move with the exception of a slight tilt of her head.
"May I approach your dog? He is very beautiful and very well trained and I have a treat for him if I may be permitted." I ask digging in my pocket for the dog treat I have carried for the past several weeks trying to get up the nerve to speak to her.
"I don't give him treats." She says. Her beautiful voice takes me by surprise. It's deeper than most women's yet very feminine.
"Oh, well, then. I'm sorry to intrude." I say, feeling dismissed, I turn to leave.
"But I can make an exception since you asked so kindly." My head snaps around to look at her and she is smiling and, oh my God, her face changes completely. If she couldn't get any more beautiful, she sure did with that smile.
"Oh, good. You should have seen the look on his face when you said no. He rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out at you." And there it is. Her laugh.
"Conrad, you talking to strangers again? We've talked about this. No Sophie for you tonight." She bends down to pet her beautiful German Shepherd.
"Sophie?" I say out loud. Who is Sophie?
"Sophie is Conrad's girlfriend. When he's bad his punishment is he doesn't get any girl time." She says with a grin.
"Well, Conrad. Hmm. No girl time? That's serious stuff right there. I'm sorry I messed up your love life, pal." I say, stooping down to give him the treat and pet his head.
"You take care of your Mistress, you hear?" I say before standing back up. I look at her and she faces my direction, still smiling.
"I'm sure if he could really talk, he'd say 'thank you'. I rarely treat him when he is working." She says, bending down to give him two firm pats on his side.
"Well, thanks for allowing me to meet him. Enjoy your morning, I'm sorry to have intruded." I turn to leave, feeling at a total loss for words. I watch her as I am about to leave and I see her face change.
"What? You meet my dog, but not me?" She asks, looking genuinely sad.
"Oh, how rude of me, of course. I'm Edward. Edward Cullen." I say, watching for her reaction.
"Ah, Dr. Cullen. I have heard of you. Bella Swan." She says holding out her small, delicate hand. I take it in mine and immediately feel the current flow between us and we both react. She pulls her hand back from mine, almost as if she was shocked and I cover my chest with mine. It felt as if the current went straight up my arm to the center of my chest. What the hell was that?
"Have you now? Is that a good thing?" I ask smiling down at her.
"Well, you do good things so meeting you is quite an honor. Please, would you care to join me for a bit? Do you have time?" She asks. Her eyes smiling.
Her eyes are captivating. They are the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. Out of all the years of looking into people's eyes, I have never seen the color of hers before. It's almost indescribable. They are golden brown with a hint of gold flake in the irises and sometimes when the sun hits her eyes just right, it's like the sun reflects off the specks and they shine like little gold nuggets. So bright, so vivid and so… blind.
"Yes, I have time. Thank you." I reply. "You come here a lot. Do you live close by?" I ask trying to make small talk but scold myself for getting too personal.
"Yes, not far." She replies. "You have an addiction then?" She says smugly, sitting back in her chair.
"I'm afraid so. What started out as the need to take a break from the clinic has recently become an addiction." I say, taking advantage of her blindness by openly staring at her.
"You're staring at me doctor." She deadpans.
"Wh... what?" How the hell did she know that? "Yes, I guess I am." I reply sheepishly.
"You aren't assessing me are you?"
"No!" I say shocked. "I can't help but stare into your eyes. They are such a strange yet beautiful color. I'm sorry. Does that make you feel uncomfortable?"
"Sometimes. I get it a lot." She replies turning her head away from me.
"Well, in all fairness, you have the most beautiful color to your eyes. One can't help but be drawn to them." I say taking a sip of my coffee. "Have you been blind all your life?" "No, only since I was 12. I was in a car accident that killed both my parents." She says sadly. "My grandmother said that the color of my eyes changed from chocolate brown once I went blind.. She said the gold came several years after my blindness. She said that they became more beautiful but of course I think she may be biased." She smiles at the memory.
"I'm sorry about your parents, Bella. You paid the ultimate price in losing both your parents and your sight." I say when her head snaps in my direction and her mouth opens slightly. She begins to nibble on her bottom lip.
"Bella, you shouldn't do that." I say to her, mesmerized by her action.
"Do what?" She whispers.
"That thing with your lip." I say, staring at her mouth, wanting to taste it for myself.
What the hell, Cullen!
"How long have you had Conrad, here?" I say, quickly changing the subject and needing to look away from her.
"He has been my companion for 5 years now. Kelly, my previous dog, passed away and then Conrad was given to me after he graduated. He's the best. He's not only my eyes, but he's a fierce protector as well. Aren't you, baby?" She says reaching down to run her fingers through his coat.
"He likes you." She says to me, breaking the spell again as I stare at her.
"Really, what makes you say that?" I ask through a smile.
"He's relaxed. If he thought you were a threat, he wouldn't be laying here, that's for sure." She says sipping her tea.
We sit through a comfortable silence and it allows me to watch her, to look at her. To drink her in. Ah hell, this can't be happening.
"So you make people see again?" She asks abruptly, throwing me off with the change of subject.
"Yes, if it's possible." I answer. "It is one of my biggest pleasures in life, hearing my patient tell me how handsome I am when I take the bandages off." I say with a chuckle and feeling my body react to her laughter.
"I have heard you are quite handsome, Doctor. The ladies gossip about you when you come in here." She giggles, making me blush. I never blush.
"Yes, I have heard this." I say. "My fraternal twin sister teases me about it all the time."
"You are a twin? How fortunate for you. I am an only child." She looks rather sad at this. I think about her losing her parents and with no siblings, she must have been very lonely.
"Surely your husband keeps you company." I make a sad attempt to pry information out of her. I am suddenly ashamed of myself for making her feel so uncomfortable and smack my forehead with the absurdity of my question.
"No husband. No boyfriend. No children, Doctor. Is there anything else you want to know about me?"
Yes! Only everything.
"Hey, you could be married with children. It's a perfectly honest… and nosey question." I chuckle, suddenly feeling utterly foolish. I sound like I'm in high school rather than a successful surgeon. What is it about her that turns a socially secure man into mush just at the sight of her?
"What about you, Doctor. Husband, boyfriend, children?" She says, smiling, lifting her tea cup to her perfect lips. I nearly drop my coffee cup at the quick sighting of her pink tongue as she touches it to the rim of her cup as it meets her lips.
Oh, you are so fucked, Cullen.
"No. No husband, boyfriend or children." I say smiling, running my finger over the rim of my coffee cup.
She starts to giggle and I sit back and enjoy hearing the musical sound of it. That and watching her blush. She blushes easily and it looks beautiful on her.
"So, Miss Swan. What is it you do for a living?" I watch her face change from relaxed and happy to more serious now.
"I work at Random House." She answers.
"You are a writer?"
"No, I narrate books to audio." She says. I thought I recognized her voice. I think I may actually have a few novels that she may have narrated.
"But I do a lot of my work from home. That's where my equipment is. Random doesn't cater to the blind employee and I have the equipment to translate text to braille so I narrate from there."
"Fascinating." I say, totally in awe of her.
I find myself staring at her again, only now I begin to fantasize and know I need to walk away before I say or do something I will regret.
"You're staring again, Doctor." She brings me out of my reverie and I grin at how she does that.
"How do you know that I am staring at you, Miss Swan? I could be checking out the lady behind the cash register."
"Wrong, Dr. Cullen." She says, leaning in across the table. "I know you are thirty something and I also know that Myra is in her 60's." She laughs.
"You've got me there. You're better than I thought. I've let my guard down, Bella. I failed to realize how sharp and in tune the blind are to their senses. Ones that a sighted person takes for granted." I smile and with a quick touch of her hand that she moves toward me, I give it a gentle squeeze.
"Unfortunately, Ms. Swan, I must go. Thank you for allowing me to visit with you. It was a pleasure meeting you and Conrad." I say getting up, keeping my eyes on her. Her smile quickly disappears and I ask myself if she could possibly be disappointed that I am leaving.
"You as well, Doctor. Will you be here tomorrow?" She asks looking straight ahead. At my cock. Oh fuck, if she could only see through those eyes. I feel a twitch.
"Yes." I say as I discreetly slide my card close to her hand.
"Will you stop by and say hello then?" She asks shyly, favoring her lip again. I take my thumb and gently release its hold.
"You shouldn't do that, Bella." I say close to her ear. "I doubt you know the affect that it has on me." I stand and need to leave.
"Yes, Bella. I will stop by to say hello." I say, taking her hand in mine, feeling that electricity shoot up my arm to my chest again. My free hand goes straight to the center of my chest rubbing the sensation.
"Alright then. Until tomorrow." She says, taking my hand into both of hers, giving it a slight shake and gifting me with a brilliant smile.
I reluctantly and slowly pull my hand away from the warmth of hers and walk toward the door, watching her as I open it. I stand outside on the curb, my eyes still on her, fearful she will sense me when I see her find my card. She cradles it in the palm of her hand and runs her fingers over it, reading my information in Braille. My lips part and my breath hitches when I see her lift it to her mouth, inhaling the scent of it. My heart nearly stops when she glances my way and smiles, still running her fingers over the braille letters. I find myself smiling back at her knowing she can't see me, but I know she knows I'm there.
** IPS **
I thought of her from the moment I left my office until I return and it must have been written all over my face as I walk down the marbled corridor leading to my sanctuary. My office is on the 10th floor and once you get off the elevator you walk down a long corridor that faces the double doors leading to my office. My assistant Angie sits just to the right of the door. Unfortunately, there is no escaping her and as I walk toward her, there is an unmistakable smirk on her face. She watches as I enter my office and shut the door.
"Angie, can you come here a sec?" I call her through the phone's intercom.
"Yes, Doctor?" She says with a fake professional tone in her voice as she opens and then closes the door. I look at her and she is still smirking at me.
"Okay, you can stop now." I say grinning back at her.
"I want to order some flowers. Some really, smell good, kind of flowers. What kind would you say have the best fragrance?" I ask her.
"Well, roses smell good." She suggests.
"No, not roses. Those are too predictable. I want something more, for someone… say… blind." I mumble quietly.
"What? What did you say? For someone what?" She bends over my desk asking in surprise.
"For someone that's blind, okay? I want to send a woman, who is blind, some fragrant flowers. There. Satisfied?" I say, sitting back and folding my arms across my chest glaring at her.
She stands up straight and does the same thing.
"Well, well, well. Is she a patient? Do I know her? Who is she?" Angie goes down the typical list.
"No, no, and I'm not telling. Are you going to help me or not?" I continue to glare at her.
"Honeysuckle." She says as she walks out the door.
"Honeysuckle? My mom grew that under our bedroom windows. I remember that. It smelled so good in the summer." I say out loud.
"Angie?" I call over the intercom.
"Earth Muffin Florist has them. They will have all your floral needs as they cater to the unusual."
She is a mind reader I tell you. That's why she makes the big bucks.
"Thanks. Hey Ang?" I say again.
"I just emailed you the number." She answers.
Damn. How does she do that?
"Thanks again, Angie." I smile then open my email to get the number so that I can make the call.
"Good morning, Earth Muffin Florists, how can I help you?" The woman answers on the other end of the line.
"I would like to order some Honeysuckle for delivery please." I say, like I do this every day. I sit back all smug and shit. I even nod my head in accomplishment.
"How many bunches would you like?" I'm asked.
"Well, what size is a bunch?" I answer with a question.
"Well if you are sending these to your girl, then I would suggest three bunches. It's not too much but not too little either and the aroma will not be overwhelming, but just right." She explains to me.
"Perfect, that's what I want."
"Where are they being delivered?" She asks.
"Random House. Ms. Bella Swan." I answer.
"Ah, yes, Ms. Swan. Honeysuckle is her favorite."
"You know her?" I ask, sitting up in my seat.
"Well, yes. Ms. Swan is a regular customer here. She likes to purchase Honeysuckle for her home. This is the first delivery we've made to her work though. I will have these delivered to her on Thursday." She says.
"Why not today?" I ask disappointed because I wanted her to have them today.
"Well, she is off on Tuesday's and Wednesday's, sir. Who is this, may I ask?"
"This is Dr. Edward Cullen. I would like them delivered to her home today then please."
"Oh, absolutely, Dr. Cullen. What would you like to say on the card?"
"Will it be in Braille?" I ask.
"Yes, sir. We create cards in Braille."
"Perfect. Then I want the card to say 'Please tell Conrad I enjoyed our conversation this morning and can't wait to continue tomorrow'."I recite.
"Alright, Doctor. I will print the card and have them delivered to her this afternoon. My name is Betty if there is anything else I can do for you. Thank you."
Feeling I have accomplished something good today, I turn in my chair and clasp my hands behind my head. I look out my corner office window thinking about this afternoon and wondering how she will respond to the flowers. After a few moments, I turn back to my desk and decide now might be a good time to get to work. I take the files Angie has placed on the corner of my desk and move over to the sitting area, placing the files on the glass and chrome coffee table. I then walk over to the mini fridge and get a bottle of water before getting comfortable on my gray leather couch to review the afternoon's medical histories. After I have sufficiently reviewed the files, I glance at my watch and realize I have not made my afternoon rounds. So I slip on my lab coat and head toward the elevator.
A short while later, I am focusing on making notes on a patient's chart when I am startled with a hard thud to my back and I cough, gasping for air.
"Fuck, Em, not so hard. Damn." I say between coughs.
"Did you do it?" He asks, changing the subject.
"Yep." I say, continuing to write my notes as I head toward the elevator leading to my office. Finishing, I put my pen in my pocket and look at my best friend and colleague.
"Well, how'd it go? And don't make me drag every single detail out of you or I will march my ass down there tomorrow and introduce myself and ask her on a date." He threatens and I know full well he will do it too.
"It went very well. We sat and talked for about forty-five minutes and she asked me if I was coming back tomorrow and if I was going to stop by to say hello. I told her I would and I left." There. The details without the details. I smile and get off the elevator and head down the hall to my office.
"Are you going to ask her out?"
"Um, I don't know. It's too soon. She's very cautious. I think I will be satisfied with just talking over coffee for the time being." I answer.
"Well, listen, I have a couple babes that want to meet up at the club this weekend, are you game? You haven't dipped your pickle in a while. It's time buddy."
"Emmett, please do not refer to my gun as a pickle. It makes it sound like a gherkin. And I do not have a gherkin." I say, raising my brow at him and then glance toward Angie before we enter my office.
"Whatever, bro. Whatever you have, you need to get it wet. You are getting testy these past few days. Is it because of the blind girl?"
"Her name is Bella." I clarify.
"Bella? That's a cool name to be calling out in the dark isn't it?" He says, pissing me off talking about her like that. I throw my hand across Emmett's chest.
"Emmett. Listen to me. Bella is not some tramp in a bar you pick up, take home and fuck. She's a good girl and I don't want to hear you talk about her like that again." I say standing in front of his face.
"Hey Edward, I'm sorry. I didn't know you felt that way about her." He says backing away holding both hands in the air.
"Hey, she's just a nice girl and doesn't deserve to be spoken about like that, okay?" I say turning around to sit back down behind my desk.
"Hey, it's late. How about lunch? I'm starving." Emmett says, changing the subject.
I nod, feeling hungry since I skipped breakfast. I grab my suit coat, remembering to pull my cell from my lab coat pocket.
"So, Eddie, you coming out with me to the club Friday? Those girls are sure things." He says rubbing his hands together evilly.
"I don't know, I'm thinking maybe I will ask Bella out."
"Alright Edward, you need to spill the beans here, pal. I want to know what's going on with you and her." Emmett is my best friend and he has an insatiable need to know everything about my love life. He seems to think he's my Love Doctor or something.
"Let's go and I'll tell you about her."
"Julia's?" Emmett suggests.
"Sounds good." I reply, praying he will not drill me on the short walk to the café.
"So, what's going on Edward?" Emmett starts right away but not before the server comes around to take our order.
"Hello, doctors. Dr. Cullen, good to see you again."
"Hello, Kathy." I reply, smiling. "I'd like the Ahi salad, a bottle of water and an iced tea please."
"I'll take the fish tacos, sweet potato fries and a Sam Adams please, Kathy." Emmett orders.
"Sure thing, Edward." She says in a fake overly sexy voice before she leaves.
"Did you fuck her, Edward? I swear to God if you did I'm going to kick your ass because you are ruining it for me. You tap them all before I can get to them."
"Sorry, Em. I couldn't help it; she wouldn't leave me alone until I did." I chuckle. "And before you ask, I will not talk about it; you know I don't do that. Except if they are really, really bad." I explain before he can start the inquisition.
"Okay, so what's got you all twitterpated today?" He asks before my cell phone vibrates in my pocket. I answer without looking and regret it every time I do and curse myself for doing it again this time.
"Fuck! Am I going to get the deets or what?" He yells at the many interruptions to his inquisition.
"Dr. Cullen." I answer.
"Hello, Dr. Cullen? This is Bella Swan." I hear her sweet voice and sit up at attention. I look at Emmett not wanting him to know who I am talking to.
"Yes, hi. Hello." I say nervously, immediately glancing at Emmett.
"Did I catch you at a bad time? I thought if I called at lunch you wouldn't be with a patient. I'm sorry if this is not a good time. I just wanted to say thank you for the lovely flowers. I will talk to you tomorrow." She says quickly, ready to hang up.
"No! Don't hang up." I say nearly shouting into my phone, getting up. "Em, I need to take this call, I'll be right back." I say to him.
"I'm here. I'm at lunch with a colleague and I didn't want him to overhear our conversation." I explain. "So you got the flowers?" I ask.
"Yes. I love them. They are my favorite. How did you know?" I hear her smile through the phone.
"I didn't, actually. I just thought you would like the aroma. It's one of my favorite fragrances." I say, nervously putting my hand in my pocket, sneaking a peek at Emmett. I catch him watching me.
"And your card?" She says. "Conrad says he can't wait to see you tomorrow."
Silence. I can hear crickets in the background.
Did she just say what I think she said?
"That's great, Bella. I will see you at the same time then?"
"Yes. I will see you then." She says, and then hangs up.
I feel like a sixth grader asking a girl out for a glass of Kool-Aid. I shake my head at myself and head back to Emmett.
"Spill, Edward. You know I am relentless and I will not give up because I have seen you like this only once." He says leaning over the table when Kathy brings our order.
I hear him stifle an F-bomb at yet another interruption.
"Here you go, Edward." She says placing my plate in front of me, bending over to whisper in my ear, showing me the girls as she does this. "Call me sometime. I would love to see you again." She says. I look over at Emmett and he gives me the one eye brow raise.
"I can't, Kathy. I'm seeing someone right now. But thank you for your offer." I say to her then focus on my salad, just waiting to hear what Dr. McCarty has to say.
I look across the table, chewing on my first bite of salad, watching Emmett chew on his fish taco and I know he is waiting but he knows not to press me, otherwise I will clam up and not say anything at all.
"Her name is Bella Swan." I say simply, stabbing my salad for another bite. I continue to watch Emmett watch me as he fills his mouth with sweet potato fries.
"She's beautiful, Emmett." I say, and the flood gates open and he knows it. He leans in for all the details.
"What does she look like?" He asks. "Give me the deets, Doctor." He says, sitting back with a grin.
"She has the most beautiful eyes you've ever seen. They are a beautiful golden brown color with specks of gold flake in them. Her eyelashes have to be an inch long. Her skin is porcelain white and her lips are full and naturally red, making you want nothing but to kiss them. Her body is… perfect. She would fit perfectly under my arm." I say, looking at him.
"And she's blind." I say at last, taking a large bite of salad so I won't have to answer his next question.
"What? Blind? Oh, Edward. Are you playing Dr. Fix-it again?" He says sitting back in his chair.
"See, Em. This is why I didn't want to tell you. I wanted to tell you about her. I wanted to tell someone about her but you had to go and say shit like that. Fuck you, Emmett." I get up from the table and start walking back to the clinic.
I can hear him running up behind me, out of breath but he soon falls into step with me.
"You need to get to the gym more often, Emmett." I say listening to him breath heavy from his jog.
"Fuck you, Edward. I go every morning and you know it. You can't have a bod like this and not work out." He says, flexing his arm muscles for me.
"Hey, Edward, I'm sorry. I can tell you really like her. I didn't mean anything by what I said. I just don't want you to get hurt again is all. Okay?" I listen to his apology and hit his arm accepting it
Just as we are turning the corner, Emmett bumps hard into a woman turning the corner at the same time.
"Fuck." She says all ladylike.
"Edward, you fucker. Look what you did." Emmett yells at me.
I can do nothing but stand there with my mouth open at him accusing me of his own stupidity. We both bend to help pick up her packages and out spills about a dozen pairs of lace thong panties. I immediately drop them but no, not Emmett. He is staring at her, practically begging her with his eyes to model them for him right there on the street corner.
"I'm so sorry, miss. I didn't mean to do that, I didn't see you coming. I apologize." I say to her.
"Emmett?" I say to him.
"Em?" I look at him and he's in a trance.
"Emmett, you are making this young lady nervous staring at her and her purchases like that." I say and I look at her and she is looking at him the same way. As I look back and forth between them, I drop the packages I have in my hands and let them have at it. I think I've just witnessed lust at first sight.
I chuckle at them both and turn the corner, heading straight for the clinic. I am sure I will hear all the details later.
I switch back into my lab coat and pull my cell phone out of my pocket and program Bella's phone number in it.
I have Bella's phone number.
Tell me I did not just sing those words in my head.
I smile to myself.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed this first chapter. Let me know your thoughts. I will be posting once a week with this story rather than the twice a week I did with Black Diamond. Posting date is Sunday so sit back and hope you enjoy.