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As always Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer---but the Good EFing Brother-in-law belongs to me!

Rosalie Hale was coming to dinner tonight---for Edward. This was a good thing. At least that's what I kept telling myself.

If this was so right, how come I thought of Edward's strong arms as I shopped for the ingredients to prepare tonight's lasagna dinner? Why did the smell of his cologne fill my senses when the aroma of tomato sauce rose with the steam from the large stockpot on the stove? Why did I picture his long perfect fingers as I watched my own chop the vegetables for the salad? Why was it the square line of Edward's jaw I envisioned reflecting in the china as I removed it from its home in the high shelves of the cabinet?

But this was right---what I was doing tonight. It was the right thing to do. This would save my marriage. And it had to be a marriage worth saving. Emmett was a good man, a provider, and a loving husband. I had to do this. I could do this. It's just what had to be.

"Need some help?"

Startled by his voice, I didn't have to look up to know the intense green of the eyes certain to be staring at me, tempting me.

"Umm---no. I think I've got it." Shit, my voice cracked. Get it together Bella. "You just need to get dressed for dinner tonight." Wincing, I added "We're having a guest—so, umm—look nice?"

I looked toward the door just in time to see it swinging closed. Whew. I would just have to face each hurdle one at a time---and that was one down. Edward would not be happy if he knew what I was doing. But perhaps he'll never need to know. Rosalie was a beautiful girl. Maybe they'll just hit it off from the start. I know I had no right, but thinking of them together made my insides ache. And imagining Emmett discovering the feelings I'd been having lately about his brother also made my insides ache. So either way---I was going to get hurt.

I thought back to my early days with Emmett. I remembered the first time I met his parents---Edward was at art class that night. Esme had shown me some of the things he'd been working on---they were amazing. I quickly switched my thoughts to my first Thanksgiving dinner at the Cullen's. Edward wasn't there then either. He was volunteering at a homeless shelter that year. I tried to think of something not Cullen family related. Prom. Emmett was dashing in his black tux and red cummerbund and tie. He brought me the most beautiful corsage of tiny red rosebuds. He was a senior and I was a junior. Edward was a junior, too. But he didn't go to the prom. Why did I know that? Why do I have all these details in memory about Edward? Could I have always subconsciously been looking for him?

Faced with more than I could process at that moment, I turned to grab a bottle of Marsala I needed to make the tiramisu for dessert. A-h-h-h-h-h. I couldn't help but gasp.

Propped in the doorway was my very wet, much underdressed, ridiculously hot, brother in law. Yes, Bella---Brother In LAW!

And he was wearing a towel. Only a towel. And according to that towel---he was enjoying the moment. Looking smug---and maybe even a little drunk---the corners of his mouth drew into a slight crooked smile.

"Ummmm Edward----I didn't see you there." I said, trying hard to keep my composure.

""What time will our guest be arriving?" he asked with the perhaps the slightest slur, seductively running his teeth along his bottom lip. Yes, Bella---giving it up is the right thing to do.

Staring straight into his eyes, perhaps in hopes he'd see through me somehow, I answered. "She'll be here at 6."

"Mmmm---she huh?" Did he just raise his eyebrows? "Anyone I know?" He's smiling. Why is he smiling?

I wasn't sure exactly how Edward was going to respond to the idea that I was setting him up, but this certainly wasn't anything even close to the reaction I would have imagined.

Forcing a wide grin, I faked enthusiasm "You may---she graduated with us---Rosalie Hale?"

Edward's emerald eyes drifted up, I'm guessing in thought. "Rosalie! Of course I remember her--- how could I forget the head cheerleader? I understand she never married. How nice. It'll be wonderful to see her again."

His response settled in my chest like a hot poker. Why shouldn't he remember her? He's right. Who could forget perfect Rosalie Hale? And why the hell was it bothering me so much? This was my fucking idea---remember!

I did not see Edward again until after Emmett got home with Rosalie. I was greeting them at the door when I suddenly noticed them both turn toward the stairs.

Oh. Fuck. Me.

Edward was walking down the stairs and I swear it was in slow motion. He looked like a God or someone on the cover of a men's magazine. He looked incredible and scrumptiousand totally fucking yum in a black suit with the tightest dress pants, a white dress shirt and a skinny black tie. I watched as he left the stairwell and walked toward me. I had to fight off the urge to just touch him or grab his tie and drag him to my bed. Bella, you can do this. Focus!

Any feelings of wanton desire quickly faded and were replaced by disappointment and hurt. I watched in disbelief as Edward breezed right past me, to kiss Rosalie's hand. I stood in my foyer, mouth open, watching as he fawned all over her. I mean, they were hitting it off. That was what I had wanted. Wasn't it?

His voice and my name brought me back to the foyer.

"Bella, how long before dinner is ready?"

Faking another brilliant smile I said, "Oh, at least 20 minutes."

He looked at Rosalie with those eyes that I'd shared myself with intimately. "Perfect. Rosalie, would you care to take a walk in the garden with me? Bella keeps a lovely garden." What?

"I would love that." She said and put out her elbow like she was the damn Queen of England. And he took it!

Edward escorted Rosalie out of my kitchen and into my garden and I was suddenly left alone in my house with my husband. We were both silent---eerily silent. I realized that Emmett was being unusually withdrawn. He hadn't cracked one joke---not even about Edward's suit. Had my face revealed my emotions? Was he onto me?

I looked at my husband's face and he was staring at the back door that his brother and his secretary had just exited.

"Em—you're awful quiet. Are you alright?"

"Yea---just---umm---so you decided to invite Rosalie to dinner?" he said.

"I hope that's okay."

"You'd just never mentioned anything about inviting her over here before."

"Well, it was sort of spur of the moment." I explained.

"Well, I'm surprised she agreed. I –umm---think she's been seeing someone." he said.

"Oh---I didn't know." Not that I'd asked.

"Well, Rosalie is a very discreet girl." He added shortly.

"I didn't mean any harm. I just popped into your office earlier. She seemed lonely and when I asked, she said she didn't have any plans for dinner. I thought it was worth a shot that maybe she and Edward would hit it off." I was lying. But I thought it sounded good.

"Playing matchmaker never works, Bella. People just get hurt!" He said it rather abruptly, the kind of words that leave an imaginary imprint on your cheek.

Emmett stomped off to the family room without another word or any offer to help in the kitchen. I heard him turn on the game. That's right, Bella. Play matchmaker so Rosalie Hale can be can be as fucking happy as you are.

I removed the lasagna from the oven and finished setting the table. I walked to the back door to let Edward and Rosalie know that dinner was ready. Peeking out the door just a crack, I saw Edward's arm around Rosalie, his face close to hers, his fingers caressing her cheek. They were speaking too softly for me to hear, but I could see the intensity on his face.

Swallowing hard against the lump in my throat, tears filling my eyes, I closed the door quietly and took several steps away from the window. I felt cold and alone. I suddenly realized ---I couldn't do it. I didn't want to do it. What I wanted was to push Rosalie Hale's ass down into the garden, grab Edward by the back of his neck and kiss him passionately until he admitted he only wanted me---and at that very moment---I didn't give a shit who would see it.