Rose's POV

I was in my room listening to my iPod when "Remind Me" by Brad Paisley and Carrie Underwood came through my headphones and triggered memories of my past life, my human life, with someone I once loved.

I was passing through Gatlinburg, Tennessee on my way to the Smoky Mountains for vacation when my car started sputtering and then died so I had to call a tow truck to get it to the local mechanic. My baby was a powder blue BMW convertible, she was a gift from my parents when I graduated high school.

Thirty minutes later the tow truck showed up. The driver put the meaning into 'Tall, Dark, and Handsome'. He had a smile that showed his beautiful white teeth and would knock anyone for a loop. He had a chiseled jaw that defined his face so well that without it, he'd look like a child. He had rough hands, calloused hands; the hands of a working man. He had beautiful wavy hair that stopped below his nape. He was a few inches taller than I am with beach tanned skin. I was imagining what he'd look like under me when he cleared his throat to get my attention.

"Oh, I'm sorry, what were you saying?" I asked, flushing.

"I said, I'm here to take your car to the shop," he smirked.

"Okay," I replied, nervously. "What do you need me to do?"

"Turn the ignition on, just don't start it, though," he said, pointedly.

I nodded as I got in and did as he instructed.

A few minutes later he had the car on the truck and we headed to the shop.

"So, are you going to tell me or keep me in suspense?" He grinned.

"What's your name?" I inquired.

"Changing the subject, smooth," his smirk still in place. "It's Emmett. Emmett McCarty."

"Nice to meet you, Mr. McCarty," I said as I glanced his way before looking down to my lap where I wrung my hands.

"Why so nervous, Ms…?"

"Rosalie Hale."

"Can I ask you something?" Emmett asked with a serious but sad look on his beautiful features.

"Okay?" I responded questioningly as I looked over at him.

"Are you related to a major named Jasper Hale?" He looked over at me as we pulled into the garage.

I nodded. "He's my older brother, why?"

"Just curious," he stated as he turned off the engine and disappeared from the truck.

"There's more to it than pure curiosity," I stated the obvious. "I don't talk about him much because he died when I was younger."

"I apologize, I didn't mean to bring up bad memories for you," he frowned as he apologized. "Our families were close but I didn't know he passed away."

"I'm sorry. I don't remember you. But Jazz was so much older than I was and I was exiled to boarding school the majority of the time once I was old enough to go. Heaven forbid my parents should have had to raise me."

He got to work, removing the car from the truck as I went inside to the lobby. While I sat in one of the plastic chairs, all I could think about was our conversation and my brother.

I glanced at the round table next to me and spotted a fashion magazine which I flipped through without interest while I waited for the diagnostic on my car. I dozed off a few moments later and only woke when Emmett tapped me on my right shoulder. I stretched as I stood up to talk to him.

"So how bad is she?" I asked, concerned.

"A bad spark plug wire," he stated. "When's the last time you had it inspected?"

"A guy at the last gas station I went to before driving this way inspected it but never said anything about a bad spark plug or anything. He looked and I left," I explained.

"He must not have known what he was doing with cars because this was an easy catch," he said as he rolled his eyes. "But don't worry, it's fixed now."

He smirked as I smiled in delight. "That was quick."

He handed me my keys and I walked to the counter. After I paid the bill, I walked out to my car and he followed.

"Thank you for fixing my baby, but now I must be going, I have a vacation to get to," I smiled as I thanked him.

He waved as I pulled out of the garage and headed for the Smoky Mountains.

The Smoky Mountains weren't all they were cracked up to be so a couple of days later I left. While driving through Gatlinburg my car again stopped dead on the road. I let the damn thing coast to the side and put it in park. I turned the key off and then turned it back on but it still wouldn't turn over. Great, the battery is dead. I pulled out my cell phone and called the same mechanic shop, once again. I was giddy that would I get to see Emmett again but irritated with the car.

"Hi, I need someone to look at my car, it won't start," I explained. "Yeah, it died in the middle of the road so I had to let it coast to the side."

I hung up once he agreed to come check out my car and a half hour later the tow truck pulled in front of me.

"Something's telling you, you weren't meant to leave this place," Emmett chuckled as he stepped out of his truck.

"You're lame," I said as I rolled my eyes at him.

He was still laughing and shaking his head as he popped the hood on my car to check it out. Men and their lame jokes.

"A-ha, there. It should work now," Emmett declared.

"What was wrong?" I asked, concerned.

"It was a loose wire," he explained.

"Thank you, I must be on my way then," I said as I got behind the wheel.

"Wait. Before you leave, let's get some dinner," Emmett offered.

"Maybe some other time. I need to get home and sleep this trip off so I can be well rested for work tomorrow," I countered.

"I'm going to hold you to that," he smirked as he walked back to his truck and left.