Chapter 7
"Is everything okay?" I asked as I took a seat in front of Emmett's desk.
"Fine."
He didn't look fine.
His eyes looked bloodshot and his face looked as if it hadn't seen a razor in days. This wasn't like the Emmett I knew.
He had always prided himself on his appearance.
What was going on?
"Are you sure?" I asked concerned.
He cocked his eyebrow. "Why do you ask?"
Smooth Isabella, now he suspects you were listening in.
"No reason … I … Ah … Just don't think Rosalie has been herself lately."
"She has a lot on her mind," he scowled as he started to shuffle papers around on his desk.
Had something happened?
I had never seen him this stressed, this upset.
"Is it something I can help her with?"
"No," he shouted, causing me to jump. "Just stay away from her. Leave her alone."
Okay … So … Something had definitely happened to Rosalie, but he didn't want me to know.
Why?
"Is that all you came over here for, to ask questions?" he snapped.
I shook my head. "No. I came over to get out the house and see you, but you obviously don't want to see me." I stood up and grabbed my handbag. "I'm sorry for disturbing you, but you know you aren't the only one with shit going on. I have a father who is threatening me with another arranged marriage and Jane's brother to put up with."
"He's here?" Emmett asked as he fisted the paper in his hand.
"Yeah, he arrived yesterday … Wait. What do you mean he's here? You knew he was coming?"
What did he know that I didn't?
