“The way you move — you orient yourself around him without even thinking about it。 When he moves；
even a little bit； you adjust your position at the same time。 Like mags 。 。 。 or gravity。 You’re like a 。 。 。
satellite； or something。 I’ve never seen anything like it。”
She pursed her lips and stared down。
“Don’t tell me；” I teased； forcing a smile。 “You’re reading mysteries again； aren’t you？ Or is it scifi this
time？”
Renée flushed a delicate pink。 “That’s beside the point。”
“Found anything good？”
“Well； there was one — but that doesn’t matter。 We’re talking about you right now。”
“You should stick to romance； Mom。 You know how you freak yourself out。”
Her lips turned up at the corners。 “I’m being silly； aren’t I？”
For half a second I couldn’t answer。 Renée was so easily swayed。 Sometimes it was a good thing；
because not all of her ideas were practical。 But it pained me to see how quickly she caved in to my trivializing；
especially since she was dead right this time。
She looked up； and I controlled my expression。
“Not silly — just being a mom。”
She laughed and then gestured grandly toward the white sands stretching to the blue water。
“And all this isn’t enough to get you to move back in with your silly mom？”
I wiped my hand dramatically across my forehead； and then pretended to wring my hair out。
“You get used to the humidity；” she promised。
“You can get used to rain； too；” I countered。
She elbowed me playfully and then took my hand as we walked back to her car。
Other than her worries about me； she seemed happy enough。 Content。 She still looked at Phil with goo
goo eyes； and that was forting。 Surely her life was full and satisfying。 Surely she didn’t miss me that much；
even now。 。 。 。
Edward’s icy fingers brushed my cheek。 I looked up； blinking； ing back to the present。 He leaned
down and kissed my forehead。
“We’re home； Sleeping Beauty。 Time to awake。”
We were stopped in front of Charlie’s house。 The porch light was on and the cruiser was parked in the
driveway。 As I examined the house； I saw the curtain twitch in the living room window； flashing a line of yellow
light across the dark lawn。
I sighed。 Of course Charlie was waiting to pounce。
Edward must have been thinking the same thing； because his expression was stiff and his eyes remote as
he came to get my door for me。
“How bad？” I asked。
“Charlie’s not going to be difficult；” Edward promised； his voice level with no hint of humor。 “He missed
you。”
My eyes narrowed in doubt。 If that was the case； then why was Edward tensed as if for a battle？
My bag was small； but he insisted on carrying it into the house。 Charlie held the door open for us。
“Wele home； kid！” Charlie shouted like he really meant it。 “How was Jacksonville？”
“Moist。 And buggy。”
“So Renée didn’t sell you on the University of Florida？”
“She tried。 But I’d rather drink water than inhale it。”
Charlie’s eyes flickered unwillingly to Edward。 “Did you have a nice time？”
“Yes；” Edward answered in a serene voice。 “Renée was very hospitable。”
“That’s 。 。 。 um； good。 Glad you had fun。” Charlie turned away from Edward and pulled me in for an
unexpected hug。
“Impressive；” I whispered in his ear。
He rumbled a laugh。 “I really missed you； Bells。 The food around here sucks when you’re gone。”
“I’ll get on it；” I said as he let me go。
“Would you call Jacob first？ He’s been bugging me every five minutes since six o’clock this morning。 I
promised I’d have you call him before you even unpacked。”
I didn’t have to look at Edward to feel that he was too still； too cold beside me。 So this was the cause of
his tension。
“Jacob wants to talk to me？”
“Pretty bad； I’d say。 He wouldn’t tell me what it was about — just said it was important。”
The phone rang then； shrill and demanding。
“That’s him again； I’d bet my next paycheck；” Charlie muttered。
“I got it。” I hurried to the kitchen。
Edward followed after me while Charlie disappeared into the living room。
I grabbed the phone midring； and twisted around so that I was facing the wall。 “Hello？”
“You’re back；” Jacob said。
His familiar husky voice sent a wave of wistfulness through me。 A thousand memories spun in my head；
tangling together — a rocky beach strewn with driftwood trees； a garage made of plastic sheds； warm sodas
in a paper bag； a tiny room with one toosmall shabby loveseat。 The laughter in his deepset black eyes； the
feverish heat of his big hand around mine； the flash of his white teeth against his dark skin； his face stretching
into the wide smile that had always been like a key to a secret door where only kindred spirits could enter。
It felt sort of like homesickness； this longing for the place and person who had sheltered me through my
darkest night。
I cleared the lump from my throat。 “Yes；” I answered。
“Why didn’t you call me？” Jacob demanded。
His angry tone instantly got my back up。 “Because I’ve been in the house for exactly four seconds and
your call interrupted Charlie telling me that you’d called。”
“Oh。 Sorry。”
“Sure。 Now； why are you harassing Charlie？”
“I need to talk to you。”
“Yeah； I figured out that part all by myself。 Go ahead。”
There was a short pause。
“You going to school tomorrow？”
I frowned to myself； unable to make sense of this question。 “Of course I am。 Why wouldn’t I？”
“I dunno。 Just curious。”
Another pause。
“So what did you want to talk about； Jake？”
He hesitated。 “Nothing really； I guess。 I 。 。 。 wanted to hear your voice。”
“Yeah； I know。 I’m so glad you called me； Jake。 I 。 。 。” But I didn’t know what more to say。 I wanted to
tell him I was on my way to La Push right now。 And I couldn’t tell him that。
“I have to go；” he said abruptly。
“What？”
“I’ll talk to you soon； okay？”
“But Jake —”
He was already gone。 I listened to the dial tone with disbelief。
“That was short；” I muttered。
“Is everything all right？” Edward asked。 His voice was low and careful。
I turned slowly to face him。 His expression was perfectly smooth — impossible to read。
“I don’t know。 I wonder what that was about。” It didn’t make sense that Jacob had been hounding
Charlie all day just to ask me if I was going to school。 And if he’d wanted to hear my voice； then why did he
hang up so quickly？
“Your guess is probably better than mine；” Edward said； the hint of a smiletugging at the corner of his
mouth。
“Mmm；” I murmured。 That was true。 I knew Jake inside and out。 It shouldn’t be that plicated to figure
out his motivations。
With my thoughts miles away — about fifteen miles away； up the road to La Push — I started bing
through the fridge； assembling ingredients for Charlie’s dinner。 Edward leaned against the counter； and I was
distantly aware that his eyes were on my face； but too preoccupied to worry about what he saw there。
The school thing seemed like the key to me。 That was the only real question Jake had asked。 And he had
to be after an answer to something； or he wouldn’