I'm trying something different. I'm writing The Handsome Cop in Jacob's POV. I don't know how this is going to go, but I'm willing to try. I will still continue to write The Handsome Cop in Bella's POV. I might, in fact, alternate between the two.

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer is the owner/author of The Twilight Saga


"Jake, I'm going to need you to take over Cavanaugh's night patrol," Chief Sam Uley says. "He's still out sick and I have no other available officers. But this doesn't count towards your next paycheck so don't get excited."

Great, not only am I already working overtime, but I'm also on night patrol. And for the first time ever, I might add. And not only that, but I'm not getting paid for it. Thankfully, I have my thermos, but I'll still need to stop by somewhere to fill up on coffee.

Once Sam leaves to head back to his office, I scoot closer to my desk and put my elbows up on it. I then sigh and rub both hands down my face.

"You okay, bro?" I feel someone place a hand on my shoulder and turn around to find one of my colleagues, and best friend, Officer Paul Lahote, staring at me with a concerned look on his face.

"I'm fine," I lie. "It's just the stress of doing this job. Sometimes I wonder why I even signed up to be a cop."

"I sometimes wonder that, too," Paul says. "But you got to remember, you signed up for a reason and you knew what you were getting yourself into when you did."

"But I've never ever worked night patrol," I practically whine. "Do you think the Chief's punishing me or something?"

Paul shrugs his shoulders. "I don't know. Did you do anything to piss him off?"

"No," I answer.

"Then maybe he's not punishing you," he assures me. "Maybe he simply gave you an order. I mean, he is our boss after all."

"You're right," I smile. "I guess I'm worrying for nothing. Now I just need to stop by somewhere and fill up on java."

After finishing up some more paperwork, it's time for my night patrol. Unfortunately, it's late so all the coffee shops, including Starbucks, are closed. But I see a diner is still open so I try my luck there and pull up in front of it. I get out of my police car and close the door before making my way to the entrance.

"Sorry, we're closed!" a woman I'm assuming is the waitress, and who is sweeping the floors, calls out, not bothering to look up as I enter the diner.

"I understand," I smile, even though she can't see it, and take off my police hat, holding it against my chest. "But could I please just get a cup of coffee? I'm working the night shift so I have to be on high alert."

When the woman finally looks up, I swear I can see a light shining down on her, as well as hear angels singing. She is the most beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on, with pale skin, brown eyes that are almost the same shade as mine, and long, straight, dark brown hair that's pulled into a ponytail, but I still want to run my fingers through. This woman is like a goddess. To me, anyway.

She goes behind the counter to make a fresh pot of coffee for me. "Okay, but only because you're a cop and if I were to refuse, you'd probably arrest me," she says.

"It's not really a crime to say no to a cop when he asks you to make a cup of coffee for him," I laugh. "If anything, I'd just keep begging until you said yes."

The woman laughs too and it makes me already fall in love with her, despite not knowing who she is yet. She's about to pour the coffee into a mug, but I stop her.

"Oh, it's okay. I brought my own cup." I hand her my thermos and she takes it, placing it down on the counter and pouring the coffee into it. She passes my thermos back to me, along with cream, sugar, and one of those brown stick things that you use to stir your coffee. I take one of the single-serve cups of creamer, as well as a packet of sugar, and pour both contents into my thermos, using the stick thing to mix them in with the coffee.

I feel like now's the time to introduce myself so I stick my hand out. "I'm Jacob by the way. Officer Jacob Black. But you can call me Jake."

"Isabella Swan," the woman says, shaking my hand. "But everyone calls me Bella."

My eyes widen. Where have I heard that name before? "Swan? You don't happen to be related to Charlie Swan? The late Chief of Police?"

"He's my father," Bella tells me, her voice sad.

It's no wonder she looks so familiar. We still keep some of Charlie Swan's possessions in a glass box to honor him—like a shrine, I guess you could call it. A photograph of him and his family is one of those possessions. I mean, it's been eight years, but Bella, one of Charlie's daughters, still looks the same as she did when she was about eleven or twelve when the photograph was taken. But more beautiful, now that she's a young adult.

"He was a good man," I tell her. "He died too soon." I notice she's uncomfortable and shake my head. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. It's just that, your father was well-loved by everyone. I wouldn't be where I am today if it wasn't for him."

"Really? Why is that?" Bella asks.

I don't want to upset her further, but she does have a right to know how her beloved father helped turn me the man I am today. I gesture to one of the booths by the window. "Would you mind if we sit so I can tell you all about it?"

She nods and follows me, sitting down across from me in the booth near the entrance. I then tell her all about my journey from being a high school senior with no plans for college to enrolling in the Police Academy and pursuing my dream of becoming a cop. When I'm done, I take her hand in mine and tell her that I know what it's like to lose both parents at a young age. I was also twelve years old when myparents died in a car accident, though, I don't go into detail about what happened. Like how they were driving home after a date night and a drunk driver going in the opposite direction swerved into their lane and crashed into them, killing all three instantly.

Not wanting to upset Bella further, I grab my phone from my holster and turn it on to check the time before standing up. "I have to go. Night shift. Thanks for the coffee, Bella. I hope to see you again soon."

We say bye to each other and I walk out the door and get into the car, pulling out onto the road and driving to my assigned patrol area.