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I’D NEVER GIVEN MUCH THOUGHT TO HOW I WOULD DIE—
They’re all very attractive,” I added, trying to be more complimentary. “You should see the doctor,” Charlie said, laughing. “It’s a good thing he’s happily married. A lot of the nurses at the hospital have a hard time concentrating on their work with him around.”
Carlisle X Charlie
Charlie had gotten up who knows how early to put snow chains on my truck. My throat suddenly felt tight. I wasn’t used to being taken care of, and Charlie’s unspoken concern caught me by surprise.
“How do you do that?” I asked in amazed irritation. “Do what?” He held my key out as he spoke. As I reached for it, he dropped it into my palm. “Appear out of thin air.” “Bella, it’s not my fault if you are exceptionally unobservant.” His voice was quiet as usual—velvet, muted.
“It would be more… prudent for you not to be my friend,” he explained. “But I’m tired of trying to stay away from you, Bella.” His eyes were gloriously intense as he uttered that last sentence, his voice smoldering. I couldn’t remember how to breathe.
It was all so stupid. I was sitting in my room, researching vampires. What was wrong with me?
Could the Cullens be vampires?
“That color blue looks lovely with your skin,” he said, watching me.
You are a magnet for trouble. If there is anything dangerous within a ten-mile radius, it will invariably find you.” “And you put yourself into that category?” I guessed. His face turned cold, expressionless. “Unequivocally.”
“How old are you?” “Seventeen,” he answered promptly. “And how long have you been seventeen?” His lips twitched as he stared at the road. “A while,” he admitted at last.
And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.
“How late is it?” I wondered out loud as I glanced at the clock. I was surprised by the time—Charlie would be driving home now. “It’s twilight,” Edward murmured, looking at the western horizon, obscured as it was with clouds. His voice was thoughtful, as if his mind were somewhere far away.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I sighed. “It seems like a long time to you, doesn’t it?” he mused. I nodded glumly. “I’ll be there in the morning,” he promised, smiling his crooked smile. He reached across the table to touch my face, lightly brushing along my cheekbone again.
“Breakfast time,” he said eventually, casually—to prove, I’m sure, that he remembered all my human frailties. So I clutched my throat with both hands and stared at him with wide eyes. Shock crossed his face. “Kidding!” I snickered. “And you said I couldn’t act!”
