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Becky POV

I can't believe I'm doing this, I should just cancel. No, that would be rude Becky, he has probably already got the dinner ready you can't pull out now. I walked over to my wardrobe looking for a blouse to go with my black jeans. I put a little eye makeup on and gave myself a cursory glance in the mirror and grabbed my keys sighing.

I followed the directions Sam had given me over the phone and soon reached the turning for his road. I don't know exactly what I imagined his house would look like but it wasn't this. It was a beautiful cottage, it screamed homey, the sort of house I pictured myself raising a family in. I pulled over and tried to calm my nerves down but I could feel my heart accelerating so I just grabbed the brownies I made and headed towards the front door. You can do this Becky, he was sweet and got your English muffins for you. I raised my hand to knock on the door but it was pulled open before I could.

"Hey Becky, wow you look beautiful." He looked really good in a black button down shirt and jeans.

"You're pretty aesthetically pleasing yourself." Oh God I said that out loud, word vomit. I felt the heat rising to my face but he just chuckled and gestured for me to come in. I followed him inside and again was surprised by the interior of his home it was nothing like the bachelor pad I had expected.

"I love your house it so warm and homey. I always dreamed of being in a cottage when I was little girl." He gave me a brilliant smile that made me impossibly more attracted to him.

"I'm glad you like it, I actually built this myself." Of course he did, he's an Adonis, caring and apparently a talented craftsman as well and I am... well me.

"Well, you've impressed me if you can cook as well I might just have to keep you." He laughed and put his hand on the small of my back to lead me to the kitchen. When he touched me I felt a spark sear through my nerves and arousal flared through my body. I didn't think I would like being so much shorter than him but with him towering over me I felt safe and protected. I looked up to find him staring at me intensely almost predatorily and it was making my panties wet. Stop Becky, whoa cool down, think of something else to say.

"I brought brownies", I blurted and a nervous laugh escaped. I saw his lip twitch as he tried to hide his mirth.

"I thought I smelled something good." I spun around taking in his incredible kitchen, it had so much counter space and a big window with the forest as a backdrop. All it needed was a kitchenaid and I could imagine myself in here baking. I placed my brownies on the counter and ran my hand across the marble. I realised Sam was staring at me.

"I'm a stress baker, this is every stress bakers dream." Sam quirked an eyebrow at me.

"Come, sit." He pulled out one of the stools and motioned for me to sit.

"I hope you like salmon."

"Perfect, thanks. Do you need any help?" He shook his head and started working. As I watched him work I realised he was definitely a man of action. Everything he did was controlled, precise and there was something authoritative about him.

"Tell me about yourself." He broke the silence glancing up at me. I blushed, embarrassed at getting caught sizing him up.

"Hmm, there really isn't much to tell. I moved up here about a month ago after I got offered the teaching job. Prior to that I was finishing my teaching degree at Washington State University. I'm 22 years old. My favourite colour is green and my favourite food is pasta."

"What about your family?" I flinched, I focused on keeping my breathing even and avoided eye contact.

"They passed away, it's just me now. What about you, what do I need to know about Sam Uley?" I felt his eyes probing me but he accepted the change in topic seeming to sense my distress.

"I'm 27 years old. I liked school a lot, got offered a scholarship to study mechanical engineering at Washington State but I couldn't accept it as I was needed here on the Res. So, I started up my own construction company which is doing pretty well. I also do some jobs for the tribal council. My favourite food is my mama's peach cobbler." I couldn't help but start laughing, I tried to cover it with a cough unsuccessfully.

"What?" Sam grunted.

"You're a mamas boy huh?" I giggled, it was odd seeing 6"8, extremely muscled man praising his mama's pie.

"Sure am, proud of it too." I smiled at him, it was sweet he cared about his mother so much.

"I was always a daddy's girl." I smiled sadly. God, don't cry Becky. In a flash, I felt Sam's hand rubbing soothing circles on my back. It has been so long since I've had someone there to comfort me. I missed being held when I cried, having a shoulder to lean on.

"Sorry."

"It's okay Becky." I felt his fingers deftly wiping away the tears and I leaned in to the touch. The moment was interrupted by a thunderous noise: Sam's stomach. There was a moment of silence before we both started laughing.

"I think I'm ready for dinner, how about you?" I quipped.

"Haha, I need a lot of food to keep me running." I surveyed him up and down again still finding it hard to believe how big he was.

"I bet."

We ate in companionable silence. Oh God, apparently he could cook as well it was really good. There was something comforting about Sam, even though he wasn't particularly chatty, I didn't feel lonely. It's like you can feel that he is watching you, protective but also a bit possessive.

"That was really good Sam, thank you."

"Well don't get too excited I can only cook the one meal." When he sat back at the table he seemed a little off, shifty.

"Have you heard of any of the Quileute legends before?"

" No, not yet."

"Then I'll tell you the legend of the Protectors and the cold ones."