Youve been very quiet, Edward observed. Did the plane make you sick?
No, Im okay.
Are you sad to leave?
More relieved than sad, I think.
He raised one eyebrow at me. I knew it was useless andmuch as I hated to admit itunnecessary to ask him to keep his eyes on the road.
Renée is so much more . . . perceptive than Charlie in some ways. It was making me jumpy.
Edward laughed. Your mother has a very interesting mind. Almost childlike, but very insightful. She sees things differently than other people.
Insightful. It was a good description of my motherwhen she was paying attention. Most of the time Renée was so bewildered by her own life that she didnt notice much else. But this weekend shed been paying plenty of attention to me.
Phil was busythe high school baseball team he coached was in the playoffsand being alone with Edward and me had only sharpened Renées focus. As soon as the hugs and squeals of delight were out of the way, Renée began to watch. And as shed watched, her wide blue eyes had become first confused and then concerned.
This morning wed gone for a walk along the beach. She wanted to show off all the beauties of her new home, still hoping, I think, that the sun might lure me away from Forks. Shed also wanted to talk with me alone, and that was easily arranged. Edward had fabricated a term paper to give himself an excuse to stay indoors during the day.
In my head, I went through the conversation again. . . .
Renée and I ambled along the sidewalk, trying to stay in the range of the infrequent palm tree shadows. Though it was early, the heat was smothering. The air was so heavy with moisture that just breathing in and out was giving my lungs a workout.
Bella? my mother asked, looking out past the sand to the lightly crashing waves as she spoke.
What is it, Mom?
She sighed, not meeting my gaze. Im worried. . . .
Whats wrong? I asked, anxious at once. What can I do?
Its not me. She shook her head. Im worried about you . . . and Edward.
Renée finally looked at me when she said his name, her face apologetic.
Oh, I mumbled, fixing my eyes on a pair of joggers as they passed us, drenched with sweat.
You two are more serious than Id been thinking, she went on.
I frowned, quickly reviewing the last two days in my head. Edward and I had barely touchedin front of her, at least. I wondered if Renée was about to give me a lecture on responsibility, too. I didnt mind that the way I had with Charlie. It wasnt embarrassing with my mom. After all, Id been the one giving her that lecture time and time again in the last ten years.
Theres something . . . strange about the way you two are together, she murmured, her forehead creasing over her troubled eyes. The way he watches youits so . . . protective. Like hes about to throw himself in front of a bullet to save you or something.
I laughed, though I was still not able to meet her gaze. Thats a bad thing?
No. She frowned as she struggled for the words. Its just different. Hes very intense about you . . . and very careful. I feel like I dont really understand your relationship. Like theres some secret Im missing. . . .
I think youre imagining things, Mom, I said quickly, struggling to keep my voice light. There was a flutter in my stomach. Id forgotten how much my mother saw. Something about her simple view of the world cut through all the distractions and pierced right to the truth of things. This had never been a problem before. Until now, there had never been a secret I couldnt tell her.
Its not just him. She set her lips defensively. I wish you could see how you move around him.
What do you mean?
The way you moveyou 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 magnets . . . or gravity. Youre like a . . . satellite, or something. Ive never seen anything like it.
She pursed her lips and stared down.
Dont tell me, I teased, forcing a smile. Youre reading mysteries again, arent you? Or is it sci-fi this time?
Renée flushed a delicate pink. Thats beside the point.
Found anything good?
Well, there was onebut that doesnt matter. Were 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. Im being silly, arent I?
For half a second I couldnt 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 sillyjust being a mom.
She laughed and then gestured grandly toward the white sands stretching to the blue water.
And all this isnt 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 comforting. Surely her life was full and satisfying. Surely she didnt miss me that much, even now. . . .
Edwards icy fingers brushed my cheek. I looked up, blinking, coming back to the present. He leaned down and kissed my forehead.
Were home, Sleeping Beauty. Time to awake.
We were stopped in front of Charlies 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.
Charlies 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.
Welcome home, kid! Charlie shouted like he really meant it. How was Jacksonville?
Moist. And buggy.
So Renée didnt sell you on the University of Florida?
She tried. But Id rather drink water than inhale it.
Charlies eyes flickered unwillingly to Edward. Did you have a nice time?
Yes, Edward answered in a serene voice. Renée was very hospitable.
Thats . . . 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 youre gone.
Ill get on it, I said as he let me go.
Would you call Jacob first? Hes been bugging me every five minutes since six oclock this morning. I promised Id have you call him before you even unpacked.
I didnt 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, Id say. He wouldnt tell me what it was aboutjust said it was important.
The phone rang then, shrill and demanding.
Thats him again, Id 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 mid-ring, and twisted around so that I was facing the wall. Hello?
Youre back, Jacob said.
His familiar husky voice sent a wave of wistfulness through me. A thousand memories spun in my head, tangling togethera rocky beach strewn with driftwood trees, a garage made of plastic sheds, warm sodas in a paper bag, a tiny room with one too-small shabby loveseat. The laughter in his deep-set 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 didnt you call me? Jacob demanded.
His angry tone instantly got my back up. Because Ive been in the house for exactly four seconds and your call interrupted Charlie telling me that youd 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 wouldnt 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. Im so glad you called me, Jake. I . . . But I didnt know what more to say. I wanted to tell him I was on my way to La Push right now. And I couldnt tell him that.
I have to go, he said abruptly.
What?
Ill 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 smoothimpossible to read.
I dont know. I wonder what that was about. It didnt make sense that Jacob had been hounding Charlie all day just to ask me if I was going to school. And if hed 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 smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
Mmm, I murmured. That was true. I knew Jake inside and out. It shouldnt be that complicated to figure out his motivations.
With my thoughts miles awayabout fifteen miles away, up the road to La PushI started combing through the fridge, assembling ingredients for Charlies 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 wouldnt have been bugging Charlie so persistently.
Why would my attendance record matter to him, though?
I tried to think about it in a logical way. So, if I hadnt been going to school tomorrow, what would be the problem with that, from Jacobs perspective? Charlie had given me a little grief about missing a day of school so close to finals, but Id convinced him that one Friday wasnt going to derail my studies. Jake would hardly care about that.
My brain refused to come up with any brilliant insights. Maybe I was missing some vital piece of information.
What could have changed in the past three days that was so important that Jacob would break his long streak of refusing to answer my phone calls and contact me? What difference could three days make?
I froze in the middle of the kitchen. The package of icy hamburger in my hands slipped through my numb fingers. It took me a slow second to miss the thud it should have made against the floor.
Edward had caught it and thrown it onto the counter. His arms were already around me, his lips at my ear.
Whats wrong?
I shook my head, dazed.
Three days could change everything.
Hadnt I just been thinking about how impossible college was? How I couldnt be anywhere near people after Id gone through the painful three-day conversion that would set me free from mortality, so that I could spend eternity with Edward? The conversion that would make me forever a prisoner to my own thirst. . . .
Had Charlie told Billy that Id vanished for three days? Had Billy jumped to conclusions? Had Jacob really been asking me if I was still human? Making sure that the werewolves treaty was unbrokenthat none of the Cullens had dared to bite a human . . . bite, not kill . . . ?
But did he honestly think I would come home to Charlie if that was the case?
Edward shook me. Bella? he asked, truly anxious now.
I think . . . I think he was checking, I mumbled. Checking to make sure. That Im human, I mean.
Edward stiffened, and a low hiss sounded in my ear.
Well have to leave, I whispered. Before. So that it doesnt break the treaty. We wont ever be able to come back.
His arms tightened around me. I know.
Ahem. Charlie cleared his voice loudly behind us.
I jumped, and then pulled free of Edwards arms, my face getting hot. Edward leaned back against the counter. His eyes were tight. I could see worry in them, and anger.
If you dont want to make dinner, I can call for a pizza, Charlie hinted.
No, thats okay, Im already started.
Okay, Charlie said. He propped himself against the doorframe, folding his arms.
I sighed and got to work, trying to ignore my audience.
If I asked you to do something, would you trust me? Edward asked, an edge to his soft voice.
We were almost to school. Edward had been relaxed and joking just a moment ago, and now suddenly his hands were clenched tight on the steering wheel, his knuckles straining in an effort not to snap it into pieces.
I stared at his anxious expressionhis eyes were far away, like he was listening to distant voices.
My pulse sped in response to his stress, but I answered carefully. That depends.
We pulled into the school lot.
I was afraid you would say that.