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Oh, and I don't own any of these characters. But I do worship Stephenie Meyer, the creator and owner of every character.

His eyes locked with mine. I'm not sure what I expected to see there. Lust? Passion? Longing?

Well, not one of them was evident in his solid, gold eyes.

Only anger.

Was he angry with me? What had I done? It was the stupid, shiny light.

He exhaled, just as I inhaled, his breath was sweat.

"You must be careful, Bell, His voice was like music to my ears.

"Oh, Bella, what will I ever do with you?" Alice's bell-like voice sounded by my ear. "Edward, let her go, she has feet."

I was set on my feet before I was ready-and Edward was gone. I looked around in confusion, wondering if it had all been in my head-it wouldn't be the first time.

"He's gone," Alice's icy hand gripped my arm, for the third time tonight, and I was being pulled through the crowd that had gathered around where I stood…fell.

"So I wasn't dreaming?"

"Bella, I told you not to fall. Why are you so opposed to what I say? Now I'll have to put up with his sour attitude all night," Alice was talking quietly to herself and I wasn't paying much attention as she scolded me.

"Here, put this on and we'll be on our way," I took the jacket she handed me, still in a daze.

Why had he disappeared so fast? I didn't even get the chance to say thanks. Will he still come and see the shows? Had I scared him off? Maybe I should call-

"Bella, don't," She helped me slide the jacket over my shoulders and we headed out the back door, the emergency exit. "Hey, how about I take you to dinner? I know you must be hungry. With all the prepping for today's show..." Alice babbled on, obviously trying to occupy my time so I didn't do anything drastic.

She knew me so well.

"Um, Alice? I think I just want to head home tonight. I'm sure Charlie's waiting to hear all about today," I smiled at her, hoping I didn't hurt her feelings. When she didn't answer I turned my head to see the reaction on her face. Her features were smooth and her eyes seemed far away. "Hey, are you okay?" OK, stupid question, obviously everything was not okay. I was about to reach out to shake her shoulder when her face shifted into a grimance and her perfectly shaped eyebrows pulled together. She started mumbling something too low for me to hear.

"You know what? That's a good idea. I'll call you in a little while so I can be filled in on your plans tomorrow..."

What plans? Huh? As far as I knew my only plans were to sleep as late as possible and finish my laundry...was there something I was forgetting? I'd have to ask Charlie.

"I'll see you later, for sure," And with that she headed back through the exit door, leaving me in the parking lot. Just standing there.

I puffed out my cheeks and stalked over to my truck. I slid into the cab and stuck the key in just as the door slammed shut, deafening one ear. I twisted the key, still thinking about the look in Edward's eyes when he caught me. What had I done? The engine turned over but didn't catch. I tried again but to no avail. Great, just what I needed. I pulled the hood-release stick, the trucks hood popping up-not that I knew anything about engines.

As soon as I managed to get the thousand ton hood propped open a shadow blocked the only light shinning into the dim space.

"Need some help, ma'am?" A gravely voice said to my left.

I jerked around, heart thumping loudly. My eyes met with a broad chest. I looked up, the boy had long black hair-that surprisingly suited him- his eyes were kind and a large smile flitted over white teeth. His skin was tan, or maybe that was natural.

"Name's Jacob Black," He held his hand out to me and I took it, shaking it once before turning back to the engine.

"Bella Swan," I muttered. I saw the shadow bob it's head.

"What seems to be the problem here?" He asked, bending down to lean over the motor.

"No clue," I sighed. "It's never given me any trouble before."

"Hmm..." Jacob poked around for a few minutes before a silver Volvo pulled up alongside my truck. Jacobs head snapped up and I watched him admire the car, nodding to himself a few times. "Looks like helps arrived," His voice sounded irritated but that could've been my imaginiation. "Listen. Charlie's got my number, just give me a call if you ever have any trouble with it again. Oh, by the way the spark plug's missing," He flashed a smile at me then shoved his hands in his pockets, turned on his heel and walked away quickly. I didn't even have time to ask him how he knew Charlie.

I had forgotten about the Volvo until I caught the driver door open out of the corner of my eye, I had been watching Jacob walk away. I put my hands in the jacket pockets and stared at the open door, trying to see inside. I waited for someone to step out. Finally, after waiting for what seemed like forever someones leg dropped to the concrete and I sucked in a breath-I knew who it was.

Edward Cullen.

There was no mistake and my beliefs were confirmed as a pale hand closed around the edge of the door frame, a body elegantly sliding out from behind the door.

Yup, my Knight in Shining Armor...or more like my Knight in a Shiny Volvo, either way, I was glad to see him.

I stared at his face as he strolled closer to where I stood. My breath caught in my throat as he smiled a crooked smile. I would've melted if that was possible. When he was about two feet from me he held out his hand, fingers curled into his palm. I tore my eyes away from his face long enough to see him uncurl his fingers to catch a glimpse of something small and dirty in his palm.

Must've been the spark plug. Wait a second, why the hell did he have my spark plug?

"I believe this belongs to you," My heart sped up at the sound of his voice and when I moved my eyes to look at his face he smiled again.

"And you would know," I reached forward to snatch the piece to my motor out of his hand but he was faster. His fingers curled in on themselves again.

I nearly growled in frustration. What was with him?

"Yes, but it wasn't my idea."

Alice.

He saw recognition flash across my face and he chuckled.

"She has her ways. Now, if you'll allow me..." He trailed off and stepped closer, leaning over the other side of the truck and fiddled with the engine. Seconds later he stood back up, a small smile playing on his face. I simply stood there with my arms crossed over my chest.

"Allow me to take you out for dinner?"

How could I say no?

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