Hello, sorry this took so long to get out. I hope that you are enjoying reading this story. I had a severe case of writers block and it took me forever to get this out.

Jacob and I spent all afternoon trying to find a solution to my problem, the problem being my attraction to Edward. It was not good for the spy to want to date one of her targets. We came up with nothing, and I finally set Jacob home at dinner time. That left me sitting alone in my office, pictures of the Cullens spread out on my desk. I was looking at seven very beautiful faces, each just as perfect as the next. I could not see anything other than their looks that stood out. I was beginning to think I was looking for something that was not there. It was hard to start a job like this from scratch. I hated when I had nothing to work on.

Sighing I gathered up the photos and put them back in their file. I slipped the file into my messenger bag and shrugged on my coat. I was hoping that sleep would clear out any cob webs and I would see something I was missing. As I headed out of the office toward my car, movement from the corner of my eye caught my attention. My hand was in my pocket as I turned toward the movement, my fingers curling around the gun in my pocket. Out of the shadows stepped the bane of my existence. I sighed but my fingers stayed curled around the gun.

"Well hello James. Is there something I can do for you?"

He laughed and shook his head as he spoke, "No, Bella, there is nothing you can do for me. I am just stopping by to see an old friend. Is that a crime?"

I glared at him. James and I had worked together a few times when I was in the CIA. He tended to fly off the handle in situations and had gotten more than one mark killed in the process. When I left the Company I made sure I cut all ties with James. Sadly though, he did not cut ties with me. When I started up my private business he tried to worm his way in. I made sure that he knew he was not welcome. I don't think he will ever get the hint.

"What do you want James? I am kind of in a hurry," as I spoke my finger slipped the safety on the gun off. It was quiet, he never knew to listen for safeties.

Movement to the side of me drew my eyes from James. There in the darkness stood Edward Cullen. I mentally grumbled, this was all I needed. I looked back to James; he had taken a step toward me. I was torn on whom to watch, the old spy or my new target. Edward made that choice for me, stepping up to me and wrapping his arm around me.

"I thought I would meet you here, instead of at the restaurant, " his amber eyes moved to James as he spoke. "And who is this?"

I tried to hide the grin that was slowly spreading across my face. James took a step back as he looked Edward over. To make it seem real, I leaned against Edward a bit and looked up at Edward. He looked down at me and I swear I got lost in his eyes. Damn this was not going to work out to be a good thing for me. I could already see me failing at this job.

"This is James, an old friend. He was just leaving though, weren't you?"

Edward's eyes left mine and went back to James, who nodded quickly and retreated into the darkness. As soon as he was a safe distance away I moved away from Edward, the smile slipping off my face. My fingers fumbled with the gun in my pocket; I was so flustered I was not able to get the safety back on. I grumbled to myself about amber eyes and timing. I heard Edward laugh and I blushed, looking down at my feet.

"Ms. Swan, I believe I should take you to dinner. I have a feeling he will be following you and we need to keep up the lie."

He had a point but I did not want to admit it. I nodded a bit and motioned for him to follow me to my car. He did not follow though, and I turned to look at him, perking a brow.

"I was thinking we could take my car."

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Dinner with Edward was interesting. We had drove across Seattle in his far too flashy car. I hated that when we stopped at the street lights people were looking at us. I really should not have been in that car but how would I have explained that to James later. I knew he was following us; it was his way. I was sure I was his current target. I wondered if it was business or pleasure this time. He had actually been hired to kill me once. That did not end well for him, and his bosses hated me even more now. My mind was going in every direction possible. Edward startled me when he said we were there. I shook my head and looked at the window of the car. We were at one of my favorite places, a little bistro that I had found when I first moved to Seattle.

"Well, at least you have good taste in food, " I smiled at him and climbed out of the car.

I slipped my hand into the pocket of my coat; the gun was still there. I was not taking any chances, especially if James was here on business. Even if I was hired to spy on Edward, I was not going to let him get hurt. He came around to my side of the car and held out his arm for me. I slipped my arm around his and smiled as he led me to the doors.

"To be honest, I ate before I showed up to save you from your friend. But I didn't want to chance him just following you home and proving I was lying."

I nodded as we were led to a table. Edward even held out my chair for me. I guess chivalry was not entirely dead. I only ordered a salad and a glass of white wine. Edward just ordered wine as well but I noticed he never drank it. Our conversation stayed pleasant and light. I didn't bring up the obvious questions I had, those were entirely work related and seemed too personal for people who had just started to get to know each other.

"Bella, do you like your job? I mean, do you enjoy working with antiques?"

I sipped my wine and thought about what he had asked. If I was not a spy for hire I think I definitely would have enjoyed my job more. I loved antiques and really I loved the stories that went with so many of the pieces.

"I think that if I was allowed to learn more about some of the pieces I would be in heaven. I love the stories I do get and there are pieces in my warehouse that I know nothing about really. I bet they all have stories to tell," a soft sigh escaped my lips as I thought about that, the stories.

The rest of night we spent talking about some of my pieces. He seemed really interested in my work. When he drove me back to my car I told him to make sure his mother gave me a call. He had told me about a few pieces she had in their home. I was sure I had a few things she would love in the warehouse. It was also a great excuse to get closer to the Cullens.

I had decided during dinner the only real way to get closer to the Cullens was by becoming close with Edward. Yes, it was a bit selfish since I already wanted to be closer to him but I knew that it would work better than anything else I could think of. I would need to run a few things by Jacob and we would need to get some new wires and microphones. In my head it was working out even better than expected. I would get closer to the Cullens and when the job was done I could still have Edward. Totally selfish and totally workable for me.

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