June 29 cont.


Dear Jasper,

Delta is amazing.

I wish you and Alice could see how beautiful it is here. I've included photos, but they barely do this place justice. It's unbelievable. The house is huge(it's got five bedrooms and bathrooms), there's a private lake with a dock and a boat house.

I know it's a little soon, but you and Alice should really consider visiting. If you ever man up and make an honest woman out of my sister you might think about having the wedding here. There's a little diner that makes some seriously killer food and I know they'd love the business, so think about it.

The drive here was amazing. Do you have any idea how beautiful this country is? Your friend's car worked out perfectly, so please be sure to thank him again for me. I can't even begin to describe the feeling of freedom I have here. Not a single person has recognized me and it's so refreshing. I feel like myself again.

The people in Delta have been really welcoming, well, except for this one woman, kind of…never mind. Anyway, they all knew my parents I guess and according to Hank, the lawyer we talked to about the cars, the house used to belong to my mom's great uncle or something random, so that's why Alice and I never knew about it. I guess she used to come here when she was a little girl.

I can't seem to get over the peace and quiet and beauty of the nature up here. I just wanted you and Alice to know I'm doing well and I miss you both, but I'm enjoying myself so far.

Send Alice my love,

Anthony


Edward thought for sure when that huge wolf jumped on him, he was done for. He tumbled backwards when the animal tackled him, thinking of what the headlines would say when – scratch that – if they found his body. But as he waited for the monster to sink its fangs into his jugular, instead a large, wet tongue began to rake over his face, knocking his glasses off in the process.

"Jake!" He heard a woman's voice yell from behind the house. He tried to push the wolf off him, to no avail. "JAKE!" The girl's voice came again.

Edward turned his head to the side and tried to free his arms from underneath the dog's enormous paws. He had just managed to release his right arm when he saw her emerge from the backyard.

It struck Edward that this scene was like something out of a movie as the same short girl came running toward him, dripping wet and clad only in her small white bikini. She was a vision and Edward used every trick he could think of not to stare at her exposed skin, knowing it would only trigger a less than desirable reaction from his body.

"Oh," She stopped about twenty feet from Edward as she realized who her dog had attacked, "It's you." She said disdainfully.

"A little help here!" Edward grumbled, still trying to shove the wolf off him.

She sighed, then snapped her fingers and said, "Jake, come."

The dog's head snapped to meet her gaze and she forcefully repeated her command, "COME."

Immediately the dog bounded over to the girl and sat down at her right side, "Good boy." She patted his head then looked at Edward, who had raised himself to his elbows and stared back at her in confusion, "What are you doing here?" Her brow furrowed.

"I could ask you the same thing." He sat up and brushed the dirt off his clothes.

"I live here." She snapped.

"What?" Edward gawked, "This is my house."

"Excuse you." Her hands went to her hips again and for a brief moment Edward feared her wrath.

However, this was a matter he couldn't back down from, "I said, this house belongs to me." He stood then and took a step forward, but halted when a low growl escaped the dog.

"This house belongs to Carlisle and Esme Cullen." She sneered defiantly.

Edward realized his mistake, "I know that," he shook his head, "They're my parents."

The girl's eyes went wide and she visibly gulped, embarrassed at the way she had been treating the son of two people she respected above anyone else, "Anthony?" She questioned timidly, briefly displaying her vulnerability.

He nodded and ran his hand through his hair, still surprised by the absence of his golden locks, "I'm going by Edward now," he took a step forward again and thrust his hand toward the girl, "Miss Swan I presume?" Hank had made mention of her several times and at the time, he thought she was merely helping him inventory the cars, but now it seemed she was much more involved.

"Isabella – err, Bella." The girl closed the distance between them and took his hand in her own though it was just as damp as the rest of her body. Realizing her state of undress she quickly withdrew her hand, "I was just taking a swim in the lake." She muttered an excuse, "He didn't hurt you did he?" She asked nervously.

"Who?" Edward had been too focused on not looking at her chest to follow her rambling.

"Jake…" She looked down at the dog as he happily panted, laying on the grass at Bella's bare feet. "He's all bark, but a little too overly enthusiastic with visitors."

"No, just gave me a scare." He said awkwardly, "He's some welcome wagon."

She nodded distractedly, "Are you here for the cars?" She blurted out after a moment, "Is your dad moving them?"

'She doesn't know,' Edward thought and he remembered Hank said she'd be upset. He decided to wait to say anything.

"No – I just wanted to see them." He told her.

"And that's why you're here?" She was very inquisitive.

"Kind of, I needed a vacation and I figured… it doesn't matter." Edward trailed off, and then a thought struck him, "Was that my dad's Roadster you were driving earlier?"

She looked like a kid who'd been caught with their hand in the candy jar, "He gave me permission." She said quickly.

"No," He waved his hand quickly, trying to avoid another misunderstanding, "It's just, it's blue."

"Marina blue," She interrupted him.

"What?"

"It's Marina blue." She said again.

"But it used to be black." Edward said.

"Your dad had it painted; that was the original color." She offered, still waiting for him to yell at her for driving an expensive car that did not belong to her.

"It was also totaled the last time I saw it." He explained further.

"I fixed it." She said quietly.

"What?" He felt like a broken record.

"I fixed it – your dad let me fix it." She said. And when Edward still looked confused and hadn't said anything, she became angry with his silence. "What? You don't think a girl can fix cars?""

"NO!" He shouted, "I believe you. I'm sure you're a great mechanic." He tried to sort out why the girl constantly made him so flustered; the feeling was foreign.

They stared at each other for a while. Both of them unsure of what to say next.

"Will you show me the house?" Edward finally asked.

Bella's eyes fell to the ground and she sighed, "Yeah," she turned and walked away with Jake on her heels. When she realized Edward wasn't following behind her, she craned her neck around and said, "Stop looking at my ass and get over here."

Edward almost choked, but said nothing as he jogged to her side, "I wasn't –"

"Whatever." She rolled her eyes.

She pointed out the large private lake when they rounded the corner, not that Edward would have missed it. Bella explained that there was a fishing boat in the boat house and that she put the dock out each Memorial day and took it in on Labor day. There were lots of fish in the lake, but mostly perch and blue gills.

"Your dad claims he caught a ten pound bass once, but said it got away. Esme and I were positive he was making it up and I've never seen any bass in that lake." Bella prattled mindlessly and seemed almost bored with herself. But Edward was fascinated.

He hung on her every word, not only observing the sway of her hips as she walked and her lean arm muscles as she pointed to different places around the property, but her stories about his parents and the reverent, yet intimate way she spoke of them immediately garnered his attention. It was painfully clear that they adored her and she felt the same in return. But hearing her refer to them so casually broke his heart, not only because he missed them terribly, but because he knew he'd have to tell her they were gone – and soon. In fact, the longer they walked around, the more uncomfortable he became with that knowledge and he feared she may never forgive him for not telling her right away. For some inexplicable reason, at least to Edward anyway, he desperately wanted Bella to like him.

Lost in thought, Edward suddenly came to the realization that they were standing in front of a large building that resembled a barn, but was silver, not red.

"So this is the hanger. Carlisle spared no expense. It's got a security system and the room is climate controlled and hermetically sealed so the Wisconsin weather won't hurt the cars." She fiddled with an outdoor keypad mounted on the wall and slide the door open.

At the sight of the cars Edward had searched for, for so long, all the good memories associated with his parents, the car shows, the road trips with his dad – they all came flooding back.

Slowly he made his way through the rows of cars, feeling the need to lightly trail his fingers along the hood of the '65 GTO with blue and silver cobweb paint and the red '66 Chevy II Nova; his dad called that one the 'Red Baron' and they always listened to a Kansas 8-Track when they drove it – Point of No Return was his dad's favorite.

Not all of the cars were muscle cars – Edward always laughed when he caught sight of the orange Opal Cadet that he and Alice called the pumpkin car because it had black interiors as well – but each vehicle meant something to his dad and sometimes for his mom as well. They all had a story, like the '66 Chevelle SS called 'The Rat' that never lost a drag race his dad was challenged to in his youth or the '66 El Camino that his dad paid $150 for and completely restored with his best friends Matt and Bobby. The local garage owner was so impressed with their devotion to the project that he did the paint job for free; but it wasn't just any paint job, it was green metallic John Forseth pin-striped. The only word his dad could say about that car was 'Awesome.'

Edward eventually made it to the back of the hanger and consequently the Corvette Roadster.

"She's my favorite." Bella said quietly as she observed Edward while he walked around the convertible.

"I can't believe you rebuilt it – not because you're a girl." He was quick to defend himself, "It's just, I saw it after he rolled it and I thought…" Edward trailed off, thinking about the night he and Alice came home for winter break and saw it in the garage. Their mom had mentioned something about an accident, but their dad had been fine, miraculously really, given the state of the car. Even though his dad couldn't fix it, and no mechanic wanted to take on the project, he couldn't bare to get rid of it and he always felt his mom let him keep it around as a reminder – well, that and she couldn't really say no to his dad when it came to those cars.

"You're gonna take them, aren't you?" Bella folded her arms over her chest and waited for her world to collapse around her, as if it hadn't already.

Edward looked at her then – really looked at her. He studied her big brown eyes and the pretty heart shaped face that didn't need a touch of make up. Her pink lips were poised in a frown and she almost looked as if she was waiting to be hit.

"Bella," He searched her eyes for recognition, "I promise you, as long as these cars belong to me, they will be here in Delta, under your care." Edward was completely sincere in his conviction and he hoped she knew that.

"Thank you." She refused to look him in the eyes as the words escaped her lips.

"Let's go inside; I'm dying to see the house." Edward smiled, easing the tension. As they proceeded back through the hanger, he held the door open for her, but made the mistake of brushing his fingertips over the small of her back when he escorted her out. Not only was the electric current Edward had felt earlier, still very present, but he immediately knew she felt it too. The instant his warm hand came into contact with her soft skin, she froze and Edward knew he made a big mistake. His hand fell limply to his side and he uttered a quick apology before shutting the door, hoping Bella didn't think he was coming on to her.

Much to Edward's relief, when he finished closing the door, Bella was already on her way back toward the house. "I'm sorry the grass out here isn't trimmed, Carlisle told me not to worry about it, so I just mow the front and a bit in the back by the dock."

Edward followed Bella wordlessly around the front of the house. She stopped on the porch, just short of the screen door and knelt down to pick up a rag, "Jake." She called the wolf closer and he took his time walking to her; he had been in the lake while Edward and Bella visited the cars. Bella dried him as best she could and then inspected each paw, looking for mud.

"He looks like a wolf." Edward said as she cleaned him.

"He is." She grabbed another paw, "Your mom found him with a broken leg as a pup and the ranger said we could keep him after we nursed him back to health, because he was too domesticated by then." Bella stood up.

"I bet my mom spoiled him rotten." Edward laughed. "I'm surprised she kept him though; my sister and I never had a pet growing up… well, unless you count all the goldfish she killed…"

Bella laughed then and held the door open for Jake and Edward, "I think they kept him because they knew how much I fell in love with him while we took care of him and they figured I'd feel safer when I'm here alone in the off-season."

"Do you?" Edward wondered.

Bella looked down at Jake, who was gazing up at her in adoration, "Maybe, if it was possible to lick someone to death." She raised an eyebrow at the dog, as if to question his ferocity, then looked up at Edward and said, "But he makes for good company."

Gracefully, she moved out of the foyer and into a sitting room, where Edward was surprised to see a baby grand piano amongst the chaise lounge and various other decadent furniture pieces. His mother had encouraged him to play piano, and he was indeed quite talented. However, he hated to play; he would have much rather listened to her play than do so himself. And she did play for him a lot, in fact that was when he wrote some of his best stuff. However he hadn't heard her play in years. It was one of the things he missed most about her and he couldn't hear Moonlight Sonata without tearing up a bit.

Through another door, they entered a huge kitchen, complete with an island, granite counter tops and stainless steel appliances.

Bella disappeared through a small doorway to his right and when he peaked in, he realized it was the laundry room and she was just throwing the muddy towel in the wash. She turned quickly and started when she saw Edward in the doorway.

"Did you want something to eat?" She bristled as she walked past him, seemingly unnerved by his presence in the house she rightfully called her home.

Edward sensed her displeasure and followed her into the kitchen further, which granted him a view of the sun patio and breakfast nook at the back of the house.

"No thanks, I just want to see the rest of the house, if that's okay." Again Edward found himself avoiding looking at her body while she made her way through the kitchen as if she belonged there.

"Suit yourself." There was a slight edge to her voice, "There's a half bath through the laundry room and Carlisle turned the basement into a games room." She said as they walked past the sun room and into the formal dining room. "I don't think anyone's eaten here since your parents got the place; they always ate in the kitchen." She said in a bored monotone as they had finished a circuit of the first floor.

Edward inhaled sharply as he was momentarily transfixed by the sway of her bare hips again, while she ascended the stairs and he wasn't sure if he wanted her to put more clothes on or keep parading around in a swim suit. Though he definitely knew what decision certain parts of his body would make.

Rather than stay on the second floor, she turned a corner and walked up a second flight of stairs to the third level where there were only two doors at the landing. "This is the master." She opened the door and let Edward wander in, though she didn't cross the threshold, "But your parents stayed in one of the larger rooms on the second floor, so nobody's lived up here for a while." She crossed her arms over her chest.

"It's awfully big, even for two people." Edward remarked as he walked into the room, taking note of the giant California King sleigh bed and the fireplace situated across the room, as well as the seating area and vanity space. The walk-in closet was almost as big as the bathroom, which was complete with a steam shower and claw footed tub. "This is all so unnecessary." Edward muttered to himself at the decadence.

When Edward came back into the room, Bella pushed off the door and he eagerly followed her into the hallway as she opened the other door, "This is my favorite room." She said quietly, almost willing him not to hear the admission. But the moment Edward got a view inside the room, he understood her sentiments. Floor to ceiling bookshelves lined the practically windowless room, "It's the study." She bit her bottom lip nervously.

"Wow." Edward breathed as he tried to take in the size of the room and the volumes of literature it held. At the far end of the room was a large mahogany desk, situated by the only bay window that had a perfect view of the lake and backyard. Edward turned around to find Bella in the doorway, "I think it's my favorite too." He smiled at her, hoping she'd warm up to him.

Bella frowned and turned to walk down the stairs, Edward scrambled to follow her, wondering how it was possible that he had upset her yet again.

Edward caught up with Bella on the stairs and realized that Jake hadn't followed them up the second flight of stairs, but was waiting impatiently for them on the landing. "He's not allowed on the 3rd floor because of the hardwood in the study." Bella answered Edward's unspoken question.

"The sides are mirror images of each other. There's one bathroom on either side," She flicked on the light in an empty bathroom and gave him a moment to peak inside before she moved on, "There's a larger bedroom," she turned on the light in the next room, "This is where your parents stayed."

Edward lingered there for a moment longer, making a mental note to go through the room at a later date and see if they had left anything behind.

Bella had already turned the light on in the next room, which was a bit smaller, then rounded the corner where she showed him an identical bathroom, although there was evidence of her inhabiting the space because of the towels hung on the racks and the few soaps and lotions on the counter. The next room was again larger, except the color scheme was blue instead of green, as his parent's room had been.

Bella paused for a moment before she flipped the light in the final, smaller bedroom, "And this is my room," she said nervously as she hesitantly entered.

The first thing that struck Edward about the space was how clean it was, but the second thing was that it looked just like the other rooms – as if it hadn't been lived in for a while.

Edward thought of Alice's room at the house they had grown up in and even the room she shared with Jasper in L.A.; it wasn't that she was messy, but her crap was all over the place. She had photos of friends up, posters of her favorite movies and countless other knick-knacks she had acquired since they were kids. But there was nothing in Bella's room to show that she lived there. Edward knew she had been in Delta for at least three years, and yet she could walk away and nobody would ever know she had been there at all.

He watched her move to the dresser and root around in a drawer before she pulled on a pair of jeans, much to Edward's dismay and after looking in a second drawer, threw a t-shirt over her head. Both items looked old and extremely well worn.

When Bella turned around, again she was startled to find Edward watching her from outside the room, afraid to enter her space.

"I don't have much, if I can just stay the night, I'll be gone tomorrow." She said with a melancholy lilt to her voice.

"Excuse me?" Edward was completely bewildered by her tone and wondered why she'd be going anywhere.

"Well, fine." She huffed, "I'll just stay with Rose and come back tomorrow to pack up my stuff." Her jaw was clenched and for the umpteenth time that day, Edward honestly felt frightened by the girl.

"I think there's been a misunderstanding." Edward shook his head defensively.

"Listen," She pointed her finger at him accusingly. "Just because you're rich, doesn't mean you get to be jerk." She barked, "I have every right to pack my things."

"Bella—" He tried to get her attention.

"You can't just kick me out without my stuff." She continued to rant.

"BELLA." He said more forcefully and finally her eyes snapped to his, "I'm not kicking you out." He said firmly as he searched her face for some sort of emotion to alert him to her reaction.

"What?" She blurted out, taken aback.

"This is your home; I have no intention of making you leave. If you don't want me here, then I'll go." He tried to make her understand he wasn't the enemy.

"What?" She repeated herself in confusion.

Edward took a chance and crossed the room toward her, "You've met my parents," he explained, "Do you really think they'd be capable of raising such a cold-hearted son?" Edward inquired.

"No," she breathed, suddenly embarrassed by her outburst as her eyes fell to the ground.

"Is it okay if I stay here?" He asked calmly, still several feet from her.

Her eyes darted to his briefly before they fell to the floor again, "This house belongs to your family, not me."

Edward took a deep breath, trying to wrap his mind around her bi-polar behavior, "That might be true, but you were here first and if I make you uncomfortable, I'll gladly leave." He said quietly in an attempt to comfort her.

"No – you can stay." She swallowed hard and bit her lip again.

"Thank you," He smiled softly.

Immediately her mood shifted to the confident woman he had been with only moments earlier, "I do laundry on Mondays," She brushed past him and turned off the light on her way out, leaving him in the dim light from the sun setting outside her window.

"The sheets are changed Tuesday, I vacuum and dust on Wednesday and get groceries on Thursday." She prattled as Edward and Jake followed her down the stairs.

"So, let me know by tomorrow morning if you have any food allergies or dietary restrictions." She glanced wistfully at the piano before walking into the kitchen.

"Normally, I clean the floors and windows on Fri—"

"Stop." Edward said suddenly. She turned to face him, anger evident on her delicate features. He quickly tried to diffuse the situation before she made anymore false assumptions, "I don't expect you to do any of those things."

"Your parents pay me to take care of the house and whoever may be staying here." She said matter-of-factly.

"But I don't." He told her. Edward didn't want Bella to feel obligated to do anything for him; he felt he was imposing on her enough, "I can cook my own food and I'm perfectly capable of leaning up after myself." He explained, hoping his words might make her hate him a little less.

"Too bad. I'm going to do it." She stared at him defiantly.

That certainly wasn't the reaction Edward was expecting. He sighed, disappointed that his self-sufficiency didn't please her and seemed to only add fuel to the fire, "We'll see."

"No. We won't." She dared him to challenge her. "It's my job and I wouldn't feel right staying here if I didn't do what they asked me to." Her jaw was set and he knew it was no use to argue with her.

"You're awful persnickety, aren't you?" He said with chagrin as he took a seat across from her on a stool at the breakfast bar.

"There's nothing wrong with being persnickety." She scoffed.

Edward let out a frustrated chuckle, "No. There isn't."

Bella leaned back against the counter, "I just wish your parents told me you were coming; I could have at least had dinner and a room ready." She said to herself as she scratched Jake's head.

"I don't suppose they could have." Edward said.

Bella eyed him speculatively.

"I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this, but…" Edward took a moment to compose himself and stared at the granite counter rather than Bella, "They passed away." He told her.

Edward heard a small gasp and when he looked up he saw that Bella's face had visibly paled and tears were welling up in her eyes.

"I'm so sorry." He whispered.

"How?" She breathed.

"It was a car accident." He swallowed hard, trying to make the lump in his throat go away. The feeling of dread sat in his stomach like it had the night he'd gotten the call from the police. And it wasn't so much fear of life without his parents, though that scared him as well, but he had no idea how to tell his sister what happened. In that moment, as he watched Bella hold back sobs and take in what he had just told her – he felt the same.

"When?" She choked out and was quick to wipe away the tears rolling down her cheeks, not wanting Edward to see a chink in her armor.

"That's the thing…" He sighed again, knowing there was no delicate way to tell her, "It happened three years ago."

"What!?" Bella shouted in disbelief.

"Aunt Bella!" A little girl, no older than four or five came barreling into the kitchen, shocking Edward and leaving Bella speechless as she bent down with her arms open for the girl with curly blonde pig tails, bounding toward her. Bella scooped up the little girl and held her close.

Edward was at a loss.

"Bells?" Another female voice called from the foyer.

"I'm in the kitchen." Bella responded to the woman as if nothing was wrong, "How are you today Miss Vera?" Bella said animatedly to the girl in her arms.

"Can I play Wii?" Vera struggled to get out of Bella's arms.

"Sure, be careful going down the stairs." Bella set her on the ground and she scampered toward the basement.

Just as Vera disappeared down the stairs, a strikingly beautiful and fit woman, who Edward assumed was in her early thirties walked in to the kitchen, holding hands with a toddler and carrying another small child. Both with the same blonde curls as Vera.

"Hi Chuck." Bella waved to the toddler, "Vera's downstairs with the Wii. I bet she'll play the racing game with you if you ask nicely."

A brilliant smile lit the boy's face before he released his mother's hand and followed his sister's path.

"He's gone." The woman said melodramatically as she handed her youngest son to Bella, so she could refasten her thick blonde hair into a ponytail.

"Who?" Bella asked as her eyes followed the woman, while she made her way to the fridge.

"I mean, I never thought he'd actually leave, but he's gone." She huffed, pulling out a water bottle.

"Emmett?" Bella's brow furrowed.

"Oh – yeah, Emmett left me." The woman rolled her eyes sarcastically, "As if." She laughed, bringing the water bottle to her lips.

"Rose, who are you talking about?" Bella asked, exasperated. The little boy squirmed in her arms, trying to reach out to Jake. "Play nice Dave." Bella cooed as she set him on his feet, watching him as he wobbled a bit before steadying himself and he began to pet the dog reverently.

"Duh!" Lucy guffawed, "Anthony Masen."

Edward froze.

"Oh Jesus." It was Bella's turn to roll her eyes.

"The press release said he's in rehab, but someone on one of my boards knows someone who works at the facility where they 'claim' he is and he is not there." She stared at Bella and placed her hands on her hips.

Edward looked between the two women and felt like he couldn't breathe when Rose's gaze slowly moved sideways as she realized she and Bella were not alone. "Who are you?" She blinked at him. "You look really familiar… do I know you?"

"Anthony Cullen." Bella said quickly.

"It's Edward." He corrected her immediately, praying to god that Rose didn't recognize him, especially since Bella had used his nickname. He extended his hand over the counter, not wanting to incur the wrath of the equally frightening woman.

Rose looked at his hand, then looked at Bella, "Is he related to Carlisle and Esme?" She asked.

Edward answered, "I'm their son." At the same time that Bella replied, "He's their son."

They stared at each other for a moment before Bella said, "He was just leaving to get his stuff from the car."

Edward stayed frozen until Bella glared at him and he realized she wanted him to leave. "Oh." He said abruptly and stood, "Yeah." Awkwardly he bolted from the room and out to the car.

The humidity outside seemed even worse since he had just come from the air conditioned house. He grabbed as much as he could in one trip and made his way back to the house. He tried to be quiet when he re-entered, but the door smacked against the wall as it swung open and the voiced of the two women were silenced when they heard his loud entry.

"Sorry," He yelled to nobody in particular and made slow progress up the stairs. Once at the landing he realized he had a choice to make. He knew immediately upon seeing the enormous master suite on the third floor that he didn't want to stay in the room.

So that left three rooms on the second floor. His parent's room was out of the question, it was just too weird. So did he take the small room on the opposite side of the floor, or the large room, right next to Bella? Despite her claims, he knew she was uncomfortable around him, but selfishly, he really wanted to stay in the larger room.

Edward walked toward her room and was momentarily tempted to snoop, which caught him off guard, as he very much respected the privacy of others because his had been violated so often. He stood in front of the door, which was ajar and saw that it could be locked from the inside; so that decided him.

He picked up his bags and moved them into the room next to Bella's, thinking to himself that he would use the other bathroom so he'd stay out of her way and if she really felt the need, she could lock her bedroom door. Other men may not have understood, but Alice had explained to him plenty of times the thought process girls go through regarding strange men. Edward knew he'd never do anything to hurt Bella, frankly he was scared of her, but she didn't know that.

It took him two more trips to bring in the rest of his belongings in from the car and he was contemplating where to begin when he heard an annoyed sigh from the doorway. He turned.

"You have the whole house and you pick—" Bella stopped herself, "Never mind." She took a deep breath, "Dinner will be ready in an hour. I'm making lasagna." She gritted her teeth and stomped down the stairs before Edward had a chance to respond.


AN: I have a photo of the Roadster up on my profile. My dad owned all the cars mentioned in this fic at one point or another in his life.