I'm going to ask for a little creative license with this story. I'll be changing a few things, like Edward's middle name and such. So please forgive me and try to enjoy the story.

S.M. owns everything Twilight related. I own a Siberian Husky who is currently shedding all over my house.

Introducing...Repairward? Ha!

Bella was clicking away at her keyboard, keeping warm by the fireplace, when she heard tires on her gravel driveway. Thinking all day and night about Marie and Jake seemed to have awakened her creativity, and her book was coming along nicely. Looking at the time on the microwave, she noted, gladly, that the furnace guy was right on time. Bella waited at the table for a knock on the door. After several minutes, she still heard no knock, so she got up and looked out the window over the sink. In her driveway there was a white van with blue letters on the side that said "Midstate Heating and Cooling". Inside the van, the driver was sitting in his seat with his face in his hands. As she watched, he moved his hands. One hand removed the baseball cap he was wearing, and the other hand raked through his hair. His face was partially hidden by a glare coming off the windshield, so she couldn't see his expression.

Curiously, Bella watched the van door open, and as the man got out and walked toward the house, she gasped. The room tilted at an odd angle as she struggled to hold onto consciousness. The man wore dark blue work pants, a blue button down shirt and a blue baseball cap. His expression was like none Bella had ever seen before, a strange mixture of horror and confusion. But what made her hand cover my mouth to stifle a small cry were the eyes. Jake' eyes, the same green eyes that she had seen in Grandma's pictures and the same green eyes that had looked at her from the doorway of the spare room so many times. It looked just like him…her ghost!

It only took her a short second to make this revelation and he was still slowly, cautiously making his way across the lawn. Bella walked to the front door to let him in, pausing before she opened it to take several deep breaths. She managed to calm herself slightly until she opened the door. The man was just reaching up to knock on the door, and as soon as their eyes met, he stumbled back a step. All the color drained from his face, and she thought she heard him mumble something through unmoving lips. It sounded like, "it's you…" but she couldn't be sure.

The seconds dragged on as they starred at each other in disbelief. Bella could hear her heart pounding in her ears and she felt as if she would never be able to catch her breath again. Some small part of her brain wondered why he could possibly be having these reactions as well. Shouldn't it be the other way around? Bella lost track of time as they stood there in shock with the cold wind blowing around them, but she finally found her voice, "Umm, hi, I'm sorry, come on in." She moved to the side, and he cautiously moved past her into the house. She noticed that the name embroidered on his work shirt said Edward Cullen.

"Thank you," he said softly.

There was a short silence. Bella gestured over her shoulder with her hand and began to tell him that the furnace was in this direction, but at the same time, he said, "so you're having trouble with your furnace?" He smiled, and he looked so much like the Jake in Grams' pictures that Bella's heart threatened to pound through her chest. She chuckled slightly, trying to relieve some of the tension that had built around them.

There was another short silence as they both looked away from each other, trying not to meet each other's eyes. He nodded, and said, "okay, I'll take a look at it." Without another word, he turned and walked stiffly, awkwardly to the closet that held the furnace.

Confused, Bella followed after him a few steps, "excuse me, but how did you know where my furnace was?"

Edward turned to face her, confusion in his eyes also. He tried to laugh, but it came out sounding strangled, "I don't know. Lucky guess, I suppose."

Without a word, Bella left him to his work. She walked back to the table and her laptop, her legs threatening to buckle underneath her the whole time. Hiding behind her laptop, Bella continued to breath deeply, trying to sort things out in her mind. Okay, she thought to herself, he looks like Jake. That could be a coincidence. He sounds like the Jake in her dreams. That could be a coincidence too. But he's dressed exactly like the figure that she saw in the spare bedroom doorway. She didn't know how to account for that, or for the fact that he had looked at her as if he had seen a ghost, too.

Bella typed out a few words. The banging of tools on metal filled the silence and eased some of the tension. She had a longing to sit and talk to this Edward. Bella didn't know how long fixing her furnace was going to take, but she suddenly felt like it would not be long enough. She was beginning to feel comfortable again, and the typing increased. She didn't notice when the banging from across the room stopped.

His voice distracted her, "are you writing a book or something?"

Bella looked over at his smiling face and the calm that she had built around herself quickly fell away. She tried to smile back, "yeah…well, I'm trying to. It's my third."

Edward raised his eyebrows, "really? Wow. That's impressive."

Bella laughed once, disappointed to notice that he was packing his tools back into a black toolbox. She shrugged, "it's a living."

"Yeah, tell me about it," he agreed, then he stood up and walked to the thermostat, "okay, I think I'm about done," he said, reluctantly, " Let's fire this thing up and see if it kicks on."

Bella joined him near the thermostat as he turned the dial. They smiled at each other as they heard the furnace kick on.

"Great! We're in business!" he enthused.

"Thank you so much," Bella struggled to find something else to say as he grabbed a clipboard off the top of his toolbox. He took it to the table and sat down. Luckily, he continued the conversation.

"So what's your book about? If you don't mind me asking…"

"No, I don't mind at all…It's about a young man in the civil war. He is presumed dead, and when he returns home, he finds his beloved married to his rival."

"Sounds like a movie," he noted as he wrote out a bill on the form clipped to his board. Bella had her picture of Jake and Marie on the table next to her arm and she inconspicuously glanced between the photo and his face, marveling at the likeness. His full lips pulled up on one side when he smiled, just the same as Jake's and Bella felt her heart and thighs clench in tandem. As he wrote on his form, he looked like he was smiling at his own personal joke. His hair looked brownish..almost a bronze-red, under his hat. His nose was straight, but turned up just slightly at the end, and his eyes…green and almond shaped. She felt like she could sit and stare at his eyes for hours. She could see kindness and wisdom there, with just a hint of amusement, even though she had only known him for a few minutes. She had the strangest urge to reach out and touch his five o'clock shadow, and had to grasp the table to keep her hands to herself.

Edward looked up and caught her staring. Immediately, Bella looked down at her hand that rested on the table, her face bright red from embarrassment. If he noticed, he didn't say anything. He just tore the bottom half off the bill and handed it to her.

"If you have any problems in the next few days, just go ahead and call my cell instead of calling the office," they stood as he spoke, "if I'm in the area, I can swing by real quick rather than setting up an appointment through them. It's quicker. I put my number right here," he reached over to point at the bottom of the page and the sudden proximity made Bella's breathing stop and her stomach coil.

"Okay, thanks," She looked up at him, knowing as she did so that she might not be able to look away again. He wasn't so much taller than herself, maybe six foot at the most. And he was so close that she could feel the heat coming off of him like waves crashing over her.

He stood where he was for a moment, as if he was reluctant to leave. After a second of looking at Bella's face, he sucked in his breath, looked around her house as if he were seeing it for the last time and took three long strides towards the door. Quickly, she rushed to open it for him, the way a good homeowner should.

"Have a good day," he told her as he walked out her door.

"Thanks, you too," Bella was terribly afraid that she was never going to see him again and her voice was weak with the fear. She watched from the kitchen window as he got into his van and drove away. Who was this man? He seemed so familiar. Was it just because he looked like Jake? Bella was about to call Rose and ask her to come over because she needed to talk to someone about this, when she caught sight of Edward's black toolbox in the living room near the furnace. Her heart leaped into her throat. As she dialed his number instead of Rose's, Bella wondered if he had left it here on purpose so that he would have an excuse to come back, but then in the same thought, she realized that was stupid…he didn't know her. Her fingers were shaking as she tried to dial the numbers so badly that she messed up and had to start over again.

She finally got it right and held her breath as the phone rang, "Hello?" Bella recognized his soft voice and it took a second for her to speak.

"Hi. This is Bella Swan. You were just at my house fixing my furnace? You left your tool box here," She tried to keep the excitement out of her voice and failed miserably.

When he spoke again, his voice was louder, with an edge to it, "I did? Okay, I'll be right there to pick it up. Thanks,"

Smiling, Bella said, "no problem. Bye."

Bella hung up, elated. Her heart was pounding harder than it had a right to, and she struggled to think of something to say to him that would make him want to stay. Was that the right thing? She barely knew the man. He could be a serial killer for all she knew. Bella was having no luck thinking of something to say to him when she heard the tires on her gravel driveway again. This time there was no hesitation. She immediately heard him banging on the front door. As she opened it, she realized he looked embarrassed this time.

"Sorry. I hope I didn't inconvenience you."

"Oh, it's no problem," think, Bella, think. Get him talking, she thought to herself. She watched him as he moved forward to get his toolbox. When he turned around, he caught her staring again, and smiled.

The smile reminded Bella of Jake again and she blurted out the first thing that came into her head, "I'm sorry. You look so familiar to me. Have we met?"

He paused, one hand extended towards the doorknob. He furrowed his brow in thought, "I've been thinking the same thing," he spoke hesitantly, as if there was something he was careful to keep from her.

She looked around desperately. Her eyes landed on the picture of Jake and Marie and she held it out to him, "can I show you something?" She asked. He moved away from the door and reached for the picture.

Edward studied it for a few long seconds, "wow." Bella watched his eyes move over the picture again and again, "who are these people?" He asked softly.

"That's my grandmother's Aunt Marie and Uncle Jake."

He sank slowly into one of the kitchen chairs, still examining the picture. When she said the names, he looked up, "my middle name is Jacob," he informed her.

Bella laughed shakily, although she felt no humor, "huh. And you look so much like him, too. Mine is Marie.

Edward's eyes flickered to Bella's face, then back to the picture, "she looks like you."

"Strange, isn't it?"

"That seems to be a pattern in my life, lately," he mumbled. Bella cocked her head to one side, wondering what he could mean by that. "Maybe it's our past life," he smiled as he handed the picture back to her and stood up.

"What seems to be a pattern, strange things?" Bella knew she sounded like she was prying, but she desperately wanted him to sit down again.

He hesitated and looked around. To her delight he did sit down, lost in thought, "I don't want you to think I'm crazy…" he trailed off.

"The things that have been happening to you can't be any weirder than the things that have been happening to me lately," she encouraged.

He smiled and her heart reacted, "you first, then".

"Okay…well my house is…haunted," Bella though the words sounded ridiculous, and she could just imagine what he was thinking now, "well, at least I thought it was. For years I have heard footsteps and voices. About a year ago, I started seeing a man. He looks like the man in this picture…When I saw you get out of your van earlier, I realized, he looked like you. You're even dressed the same." By the time Bella finished, she was mortified. What could have made her spill all that? He's going to leave now and I'll never see him again, she thought

But he didn't get up. Instead he slumped back against his chair and stared at her, "you saw me?"

"You say that like you were really here."

His eyes held her for several seconds and neither of them moved until a chiming sound interrupted the silence, making them both jump. Bella was freed from his gaze as he looked down to pull a cell phone from his pocket. Reading the message, he stood and sighed.

"No!" Bella shouted internally. "He can't go yet", but she stood silently and led the way to the door.

"I'm late for my next job," he apologized.

He didn't move towards the door at first, and it made her hopeful that maybe he wanted to stay as much as she wanted him to stay. He frowned for a moment, then left the house.

This time Bella stood in the doorway ignoring the cold wind as he walked to his van. He glanced at her one last time, nodded, then drove away.

Slowly, Bella shut the door and sat back down at the table. She was suddenly exhausted. Knowing she would be getting no work done today, she shut her laptop down, then paced around the kitchen for a few minutes trying to get her bearings. Without thinking, She wound up in her bedroom. The blinds were closed, making the room fairly dark, and the covers looked warm and inviting, so she lay down and pulled the covers up to her chin. She realized for the first time that the paranoid feelings of someone watching her had evaporated. Her house wasn't haunted. Not by a ghost. It may have been haunted by a living, breathing person. She didn't want to think anymore.

Bella slept through the night and awoke later than she had planned the next morning. She just lay in bed for a while with her eyes closed, enjoying the relaxed feeling of not needing to get up if she don't want to. She rolled onto her back and looked at the ceiling. Her eyes followed the cracks and lines of the texture that was painted into it. She frowned as she contemplated a dream that had played over and over in her head as she slept.

She vaguely remembered that she was sitting on the top step of her back porch, watching a tractor in the cornfield. She didn't remember if it was warm or cold out. Bella heard the creak and slam of a screen door open and close. It would have been her back door, and that was odd, because her back door was a sliding glass door. She heard the heavy footsteps of boots walking across the porch and looked up to see Jake, or Edward, or whatever his name is, walking towards her. He was dressed the same as in her other dreams; dusty black boots, work pants, a button down shirt. He wasn't wearing his hat, and she knew that he had dropped it on the kitchen table. For some reason she wasn't surprised to see him, and he wasn't a stranger to her.

He sat next to Bella on the step and picked up her hand. When he put it to his lips to kiss it, she could feel the stubble from his face on the back of her hand. Her first thought was that he needed a good shave, but then in the same thought, she realized that she liked him this way. The five o'clock shadow suited him. They didn't speak, but her heart raced and she felt like she was blushing. The feelings that coursed through her reminded her of the feeling of being loved and in love, only stronger, more consuming. He was still holding her hand to his face. He kissed it again, this time turning it over to kiss her palm. He smiled as he gazed at her and she felt like her breath had been knocked out of her. She heard his voice again. It was low and quiet. It made her tingle all over. Of course that could have been the hand that was pushing a stray hair behind her ear. It was hard to decide what affected her more; his voice or his touch.

He was still smiling as he spoke and the sight of it sent another chill down her spine, "I knew we'd be together again," and then he winked. That was it, just one simple sentence, but the words had shocked her awake. Bella lay there unsure if she wanted to get up or not. She decided it was time. She was uncomfortable from sleeping in her jeans all night and quickly opted for sweats. Instead of bothering with a shower right away, she made some coffee and settled on the couch, watching the wind blow bits of swirling snow outside her window. Although she had been awake for only a short time, she felt like she had been awake for days, the exhaustion was so overwhelming, and the coffee was not helping. There was nothing that piqued her interest, not writing, television, visiting Gram, or even looking at the pictures of Jake and Marie… especially not the pictures of Jake and Marie. Bella knew what she wanted and that was to see Edward again. She wanted to hear his tires on her driveway and see him walking up her front lawn. She wanted to open her door and invite him to have a seat. She thought of his face, his eyes, his broad shoulders. She wondered idly if he had shaved. She hoped not.

However, when Bella did hear tires on the drive, not ten minutes later, she panicked. She could just imagine what she looked like, not having taken a shower, but she needn't have worried. When she glanced out the window, she saw Rose grimacing at the snow as she made her way to the door. Bella opened it for her, smoothing her greasy hair.

Rosalie immediately apologized, "Gram sent me down to check on you. You didn't make it up for lunch and she was worried," as she spoke, she took in Bella's sweats and ragged appearance and raised an eyebrow, "are you sick?"

Bella ignored her question, "it's past lunchtime?" And upon looking at the clock, she noticed that it was almost four o'clock, "huh," she muttered, "I guess I must have lost track of time."

"I'll say. Are you okay? You look like you've been sleeping all day."

Bella took a deep breath. She really wanted to talk to someone about this, and Rose was the only person who wouldn't think she was insane, "can you stay for awhile?" Bella asked her, "I need someone to talk to. I had the weirdest thing happen to me yesterday."

"Of course. What's wrong? Oh hey, did you get your furnace fixed?"

"Umm, yes. That's kind of where it started. The furnace guy, his name is Edward, he… um… really freaked me out."

Rose raised her eyebrows again, "you remembered his name? Was he scary?"

"No, not scary," Bella scratched her head, wondering how to explain this. She went to her kitchen counter and retrieved the picture of Jake and Marie. Throwing it down on the arm of the couch next to Rose, Bella said boldly, "he looks like this."

She was quiet for a moment, looking at the picture, "like Jake?" she finally asked.

"Exactly like Jake. His hair, his eyes, his nose, mouth, jaw, everything. And he was wearing dark blue, like the ghost that I've been seeing. His hat was the same, too." The ghost who was not a ghost, Bella thought to herself, but she continued, "and he knew me."

Rose was staring at her, disbelief on her face. Bella laughed a frustrated laugh and said, "and all that is not even the weird part."

"There's more?"

"He walked right to the furnace. I didn't even have to tell him where it was, and you know what a weird spot it's in," she nodded as Bella continued, "he sat here for awhile after he was done and talked to me. I think he knows this house somehow, and he knows me."

Her face was aghast, "has he been stalking you?"

Bella shook her head, staring off, past Rose's shoulder, "I don't think so. I don't know…It…wouldn't be unwanted, in any case."

There was a quick shake of her head, as if Rose didn't think she heard her right, "You want him to stalk you," disbelief made this a statement, rather than a question, "are you out of your mind? You don't even know the guy!"

Bella nodded, "the thing is…I do. Somehow…I do know him."

Rose blew out another breath, "okay. So what did you say his name was again? Edgar?"

"Edward. But his middle name is Jacob."

Rose rolled her eyes, "oh, this just gets better and better," she threw her hands up into the air to emphasize her point and they landed noisily in her lap, and she got up to pace around the little living room, "your life is like a freaky, crazy horror movie. You know that don't you?"

"Yes," Bella answered meekly, feeling oddly ashamed, as if she had brought this all on herself.

Rose then had a change of expression. She sat and pulled her legs up under herself like a teenager ready for a gossip session, "so he was cute?"

Bella had to laugh then, "oh god, you can't even imagine… wow! There were a couple times when I couldn't even think of anything to say to him, his face distracted me too much!"

"Do you think he liked you?"

"Does it matter? When am I ever going to see him again?"

"I bet you will. It all sounds too good to be true. You've never met, yet you know each other. It's like Jake and Marie reincarnated," she giggled at her comparison.

Bella didn't laugh with her, "reincarnation? Like past lives?"

Her face was suddenly serious, "I was kidding, Bella. It was a joke.

Bella was thoughtful for a moment, "I think he said something about that."

"Sounds like a pick up artist, to me," Rose said as she rolled her eyes.

Bella scowled at her, "when did you become so jaded?" she wondered.

She shrugged, "that's just my opinion," she muttered, "now go take a shower and clean up. It doesn't look like you've eaten all day," as she said this, she turned her head to glance around the kitchen. "I'll make you some dinner while you're showering."

Obediently, Bella followed Rose's orders and she did feel better after she got cleaned up. After she dried her hair and dressed, she went back to the kitchen, where she could smell spaghetti and sauce in the air.

Rose smiled at Bella as she leaned against the counter, "feel better?" Bella nodded, "well you look better. Human, at least."

"Thanks, I feel more human."

The sound of a car in Bella's driveway had them both looking out the window at the same time. Their faces whipped toward each other, their expressions identical masks of disbelief when they saw the white van with the blue lettering on the side.

"No way!" Rose choked.

Bella couldn't speak. She was in shock. Once again, her heart thundered and her breath caught in her throat.

As Edward walked from his van, Bella prepared to open the door for him. From behind her, she heard Rose, who was still gazing out the window mumble, "holy shit, it is Jake."

Bella opened the door before he knocked and as they smiled at each other, she felt a feeling that hadn't been quite as strong yesterday. It was familiarity, like she was about to greet her best friend. She gestured for him to enter and as soon as he saw Rose, he looked slightly embarrassed.

"I'm sorry," he said in his soft voice, "I didn't mean to interrupt."

"Oh, not at all," Bella said cheerfully, "this is my cousin, Rosalie,"

He put his hand up in a little wave, "nice to meet you."

Rose was draining the spaghetti, "nice to meet you too. Do you want to join us for dinner?" She was always surprising to say the least.

Edward looked startled at this suggestion, but calmly answered her, "no thanks, I have to get going, but," then he turned to Bella and she didn't miss the way his eyes flickered over her body, from her hair to her face, down to her toes and back to her eyes, "I'm missing one of my wrenches. Did you find anything here?" His eyes were staring into her as he spoke and it took all her strength to act normal.

Bella shook her head, "no I haven't seen one, but let me check in the closet," she crossed the kitchen and living room, feeling the heat from his body close behind her. It was like it was reaching out to her, and for one second, the only thing in the world that she could think of was him behind her with his arms around her waist and his body pressed against hers, the way Jake had done in that dream she'd had a few nights earlier. She stood in front of the open closet door, her eyes roving over each corner of the closet, looking for his wrench. She searched slowly, and stood there even after she was done looking, just to feel him even closer behind her now, looking over her shoulder.

"I don't see it," he said, and Bella turned to face him. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Rose slowly setting the table with a huge smile on her face. She would bombard Bella with her opinion of the events as soon as he walked out the door.

Focusing on Edward again Bella said, "Sorry," as she closed the door.

"That's okay, I just thought it might be here," he hesitated on his way through the kitchen and Bella hoped he was reconsidering Rose's offer.

Rose seemed to read her mind, "are you sure you don't want some spaghetti or is your wife expecting you?"

Bella understood what Rose was doing, and she rolled her eyes at her cousin behind Edward's back.

He smiled and looked amused as he answered, "uh, no. I'm not married."

"Girlfriend?"

Bella was sure that if she was becoming uncomfortable, Edward had to have been, so she came to his rescue, "Rose…" Bella realized her reproach sounded like Gram's.

"No, that's okay," he told Bella, "actually I'm engaged," as soon as he spoke the words, her heart sunk to her feet. She felt like a weight was threatening to crush her chest. He took a breath and Bella thought she could see disappointment on his face, or maybe she was seeing what she wanted to see.

Rose didn't pester him again, and he turned back to Bella, "thanks," was all he said. Then he was gone.

Bella closed the door behind him and stood for a while leaning against the door, trying to compose herself.

Rose turned to face her as soon as the van was out of sight, "Oh my God! Can you say, 'chemistry'? There was definite chemistry between you two. I could almost see it. I thought he was going to grab you and drag you into the bedroom at any second! And he came all the way here just to look for his wrench? Yeah, right."

Bella had been thinking about the way Edward's smile seemed to stretch all the way across his face, and Rose's last statement broke her concentration, "what do you mean? He needs it to do his job."

Rose looked at Bella as if she had been born yesterday, "he couldn't have called? Do you think he drove around to every job he's been on since yesterday? I bet he didn't lose his wrench. I bet it was just an excuse to come here and see you."

Bella could feel herself starting to hope that was the case, and she reminded herself how dangerous that would be, "he's engaged," she reminded Rose grimly.

"So? I bet 'wrench' was a euphemism for cock," She laughed, "come on, dinner's ready."

Bella sat down with her, so deep in thought that she didn't even comment on Rose's last comment. Rose examined her expressions, but said little while they ate, and after the meal was cleaned up, she left after promising Bella that she would tell Grandma that Bella was fine, and that she would see her tomorrow.

She knew she would just end up disappointed if she let herself think too much about Edward and the way it felt when he looked at her and stood close to her. So Bella forced herself to put him out of her mind. She looked around her little home and decided it could use a good cleaning. And she knew she wouldn't be tired, having slept so much the night before, so she spent the evening with her rubber gloves pulled up to her elbows. By nine o'clock, the house was spotless and she found her mind drifting back to Edward, and his eyes, and his smile…

"Stop!" Bella told herself. She refused to let herself pine over a man she didn't know, only to be broken-hearted when it came to nothing. Instead, she looked over the books on the bookcase in the spare room. She picked out "Agnes Grey" by Ann Bronte because it was a little more challenging to read and it would keep her mind busy.

Bella traded jeans for her sweats again, turned off all the lights in the house except for the lamp by her bed, and sat up in bed to read her book. Although she shouldn't have been tired, she found her eyes starting to cross by the time she started chapter four. Bella lay down on her side to read, and she knew it was just a matter of time until she drifted to sleep.

"Bella," the sound of her name made her open her eyes. It was just a soft whisper that breezed by her ear. According to the clock, she hadn't been asleep for very long, so there was no disorientation. She sat up and looked around. By the light of her lamp, she could see nothing out of the ordinary.

"Bella," she heard it again. Confused and against her better judgment, she decided to answer,

"What do you want?" The house was silent except for the tick-tock of the cuckoo clock hanging on the wall in the living room.

She tried again, "I heard you calling my name. What do you want? Who are you?" Again, there was no answer.

Bella pushed her hair back away from her face, and rubbed her eyes. She was tempted to leave her lamp on that night, just in case she heard any more sounds, but the clouds had dispersed and the moon was bright outside her window, so she turned off the lamp and closed her eyes again, listening carefully to the silence, waiting for any sound that seemed out of place.

Bella awoke the next morning with an ache in her chest. She was thinking about the dream that she'd had before she was conscious that morning, and it clung to her mind, refusing to be forgotten like all the other dreams about Jake. In her dream, she was sleeping in her own room, on her right side like she usually did. She opened her eyes to see Jake, well Edward actually, because he was dressed all in dark blue. Edward was sitting on the edge of her bed watching her as she slept. He pushed a stray hair back from her face, and smiled when her eyes met his.

Although Bella could see right through him in this dream, he spoke and she could hear him just as plainly as when he had been here looking for his wrench, "Sorry," he apologized, smiling, "I couldn't help myself." The dream faded away and Edward was on her mind when she awoke.

Pushing back the covers, she resolved to do something, anything to get him out of her head.

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