Leah POV

I could tell Charlie was about as excited as was possible for him to be. He couldn't keep the grin off his face and when he circled around and we passed the stadium again, he looked at it like he had just been handed a million dollars.

"Where am I going?" he asked as it faded behind us. I gave him directions, remembering them from Google maps.

"Whew!" Charlie whistled as he pulled up to the Pan Pacific Hotel. "Are you sure we're in the right place?"

I smiled at him and nodded. "Yep. It's your birthday. Only the best for you."

A valet opened my door and greeted us cheerfully. I handed him a fifty, having looked up hotel info ahead of time so I would know what things cost. "Park it for us?" I asked the kid who looked about nineteen.

He nodded and looked at the car with appreciation. "Yes, ma'am. Let me get a porter for your things," he said helpfully, but I stopped him.

"It's fine. We can manage."

Charlie had a small leather bag and I had a medium sized suitcase that I had found in Alice's closet. I had splurged in my packing, bringing a variety of really nice clothes so I could pick and choose what I wanted for wherever we went. I was hoping we would go out after the game. I thought it would be really fun to go out and enjoy the city nightlife with Charlie. I would love to see him to loosen up and have fun in public. So far, all of our time together had been spent in his house or mine; mine being the Cullen's house. Well, there had been that one time in his office...

The hotel door was opened by a valet who greeted us like his co-worker - very friendly. When we got to the reservation desk, the woman behind smiled politely and asked if we had a reservation.

"Leah Clearwater," I told her and she literally jumped. That was weird.

"Welcome to the Pan Pacific," she said brightly and furtively waved a young woman over. The receptionist tapped something into the computer and smiled a little too eagerly. The younger woman she had motioned over stopped a few feet from me and looked at her expectantly.

"Please show Miss Clearwater to the Denny Suite." The receptionist handed her an envelope and gave her a fierce look.

"Kayla will show you to your room," she said. 'Kayla' was staring at us like we were the second coming of Christ.

I darted a look at Charlie who looked just as perplexed as I felt and I struggled to contain laughter.

"Let me get someone to take your bags," she said, sounding breathless.

"Don't worry about it," I said nicely, wanting her to calm the fuck down and just show us to our room. "This is all we have and we've got it covered."

She nodded rapidly and I had a passing thought that she really looked like a dashboard bobble head.

"Well, if you'll come right this way." She indicated a bank of elevators.

The music was nice and the ride up was smooth. Kayla had her hands folded primly in front of her, the small envelope still held in one hand and she kept giving us surreptitious glances. What the hell was wrong with this girl?

When she opened the door to our room, I kind of started figuring things out. It wasn't a room like I had requested. It was a whole suite. She walked in and discreetly checked the immediate area before turning with a smile.

"Here are your pass keys and also premier passes for all boutiques, restaurants and services in the hotel. If there is anything at all you need, please do not to hesitate to ask. I will be available at all times. You can reach me by dialing extension 413 on the hotel line and my business card and cell number are in the packet."

She handed me the envelope. "Is there anything I can see to for you now?"

She really was an eager beaver, but I liked her for some reason. She wasn't just a brown noser. She actually seemed like she enjoyed being pleasant and helpful.

"Um, I think we're fine for now."

"Okay," she smiled widely. "Well, I will be around downstairs until ten thirty or so and as I said before, you can call my cell at any time."

She moved towards the door and Charlie nodded as she passed. "Thank you."

"It's my pleasure."

Charlie shook his head a little and took my suitcase with his bag and walked further into the space in the direction of what I thought was the bedroom.

I went to the door to lock it after Kayla and slipped her a tip.

"Oh," her eyes were big and she looked uncertain. "Everything has totally been taken care of," she assured me.

I smiled. "Don't mention it."

I bolted the door after it closed and went to check out the suite and see what Charlie thought about it. He was standing in the middle of the bedroom, staring out of the plate glass window. There was a picture perfect view of the space needle and he shook his head and looked down at me when I slipped my arms around his waist.

"Was that weird or was it just me?" I asked him.

He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and nodded. "Yeah, it was kind of odd. It's really none of my business, but how on earth did you get this 'suite'." I giggled at his air quotated 'suite'.

"You promise to keep it a secret?"

He looked at me with his brows pulled together. "Uh, yeah I guess." As I opened my mouth to tell him he held up a hand. "Wait, if it's shady, I don't want to know."

I shook my head with a grin. "Nope. Completely legal, I promise. I kind of... well, let's just say that when I gamble, I have really good luck."

His brows shot up and he stared at me in surprise. "You gamble?"

I shrugged. "Not often, but a while ago, I took a huge gamble and it paid off in my favor. Since then I haven't really used much of my winnings. For one, no one in La Push knows about it and I kind of want to keep it that way. They would expect me to share it with them. And don't get me wrong, I plan on using a lot of it to help people out. But they would expect me to hand it over to Sam and the council for them to decide how to use it and I would seriously borrow your gun before I ever did that."

He tightened his arm around my shoulders, giving me physical reassurance that he was on my side in that whole scenario. We really hadn't ever talked much about Sam and Emily or the pack, but it was as if he just knew how I felt.

"Any way, I've been itching to do something fun but really, doing things alone isn't really exciting. So when I decided that I would make you be my partner in 'crimes against boredom', I said; "what the hell. I'm gonna go all out."

I sighed heavily. "Everything went pretty well, but fancy hotels don't really take kindly to a 'nobody' calling up and saying they want to pay cash for a hotel room without any credit card. I don't understand that because I would think you'd want the cold hard cash in hand instead of plastic but hey; what do I know? So I kind of called Rosalie and asked her to help me out."

"I thought you really disliked the Cullen's," Charlie said and I wrinkled my nose.

"It's complicated. Yes, I used to really detest them and in a lot of ways, that will never change. But then there's that whole side of who they are in their personalities that just comes up and confuses the black and white picture with a big splash of gray."

Charlie looked at me in total confusion.

"I don't like what the Cullen's are, but individually; it's not so cut and dry. Esme's nice, like this mom to everyone and Alice is just completely hyperactive with a drive to make sure everyone dresses nice. The boys are okay and Carlisle is the definition of compassion. Hell, he's like a modern day Jesus with how much he cares for people. And then Rosalie is pretty much just like me on the flipside of the fucked up coin of the "need to know" drama."

I let him digest this for a minute and he nodded. "I think I kind of get it."

I grinned and pecked him on the lips. "Don't feel bad if you don't. It's confusing to me too and I live it."

I looked around the room again. "Rosalie must have changed my reservation and said something to make them spazz like they did."

"The rich really are different," Charlie commented.

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An hour and a half before the game was going to start, we left the hotel suite. I had changed into game friendly clothes and Charlie had been really surprised when I pulled some of his Mariners attire out of my suitcase. I had filched them from his house when he was at work and packed them so he would have them for the games.

"Oh look who it is," I murmured to Charlie as the elevator doors slid open in the lobby and the receptionist and 'Kayla' turned to look at us. Kayla had a big smile as she hurried towards us. I saw Charlie's lips twitch and he squeezed my side.

Forestalling any solicitous attention from 'Kayla', I smiled back at her. "Would you be able to help me with one thing?" I asked her and she nodded eagerly.

"Of course, anything."

"Could you send a taxi to pick us up at Safeco Field after the game? I'm not sure when it lets out though."

Kayla shook her head and then nodded. "Yes, for sure, don't worry about it. When the game is finished, I'll make sure there is a hotel car to pick you up."

"Thanks," I said with a little wave as we left the hotel.

"So, where do you want to eat?" Charlie asked, knowing that I wanted food.

"Well, I wanted to get a doner kebob at The Berliner, but if you don't like it we can go somewhere else."

"I have no idea what that is, but if it's good, I'm up for trying it."

We caught a taxi down to 1st Street and Charlie did like the food at The Berliner. I had loved it since Lucas had taken me and Seth there years before. The little restaurant was less than a mile from the stadium so we walked after we were done eating.

"Wait til you see our seats," I said, incredibly pleased that I was able to give him something that he loved. I was pretty lucky that I had been able to get the seats I had. It was the first game of the Yankees / Mariners face off and at first I hadn't been able to get tickets as every place I had called had said it was sold out. So I had called my Uncle Lucas. It was helpful to have a playboy uncle who lived in the city with a hundred connections. And though it was the first time I had ever asked him to get something, I knew I would definitely be using him again. He had seemed genuinely pleased to help me and had made me promise I would come see him soon.

"They're not the absolute best, but considering the game was sold out, I think you'll like them."

He looked at the tickets I pulled out and then grinned at me. "Considering I was going to watch the game from my couch, these are great seats."

"You are so easy to please," I told him happily. "A lot of men would bitch and moan about how they wished they had something better."

"I already have the something better," he said and squeezed my hand. My stomach flipped and I bit my lip. He said these one liners that completely devastated my defenses.

It was a bit of a wait once we reached the stadium to get inside, and we did, we went directly to our seats.

"You're going to want every food item they sell aren't you?" Charlie asked me with a smirk and I smacked his arm.

"Don't make fun of my eating habits. I have a really fast metabolism." I wasn't really offended; actually I liked that we were relaxed enough together to have a teasing repartee. "Don't worry, I will keep you in all the beer you can drink."

He sighed. "That's all you think I am huh? A beer swilling lush."

I giggled at how funny his expression was and patted his thigh. "It's okay if you're a lush. I'll just take advantage of you in your helpless state."

With a playful growl, he pulled me around the waist and nipped the side of my neck. "You can take advantage of me anytime you'd like. Just be careful what you say to me in public. I might not be responsible for my actions."

"Thank you," he said, suddenly serious. "This is the nicest 'birthday' I've had in... ever."

Since there weren't too many people around us yet, I kissed him on the lips. "I'm glad. I wanted you to have something you really wanted and since I don't have the patience for fishing..."

He laughed. "This is so much better than fishing."

We had front row seats in the outfield and though I would have liked to have been able to get Diamond Club seats, it just hadn't been possible. It turned out that even though our seats were semi far away from home plate, we couldn't have asked for better. True to my word, I kept Charlie in beer and snacks; although he didn't really eat much. And like he predicted, I ended up buying a lot of the items they sold to eat. Staggered of course, but it was a consistent work through of food. But this wasn't the reason our seats turned out to be in a good position.

It was the bottom of the ninth and I had finally decided I had eaten enough. I like sports, but in a social way. I didn't have an investment in the game like Charlie did and was there just because I was with him. The Yankees and Mariners were tied; I know Surprise, Surprise! But the Mariners had been in incredible form today and they were up to bat.

I was only playing vague attention to what exactly was going on in the field. I was just enjoying watching Charlie. He was totally revved up, literally sitting on the edge of his seat. If the Mariners could pull this off, they just might win.

The crack of the bat had my attention swinging to the ball and with my heightened sight I watched it soar across the field. It was a home run, I could tell, and it was headed right at me. The whole stadium was a roar, the fans going crazy that their home team was going to win. In reflex, I caught the ball as it flew at my face. The sound that swelled was a deafening boom from the already frenzied crowd. People were jumping up and down and hugging each other, screaming and throwing beer.

Charlie was staring at me in shock and I grinned, handing him the ball. He took it and just gaped and I giggled before kissing him quickly. His reaction was in such stark contrast to the mayhem going on around us and it totally amused me. He laughed suddenly.

"How the hell did you catch that?" He asked right in my ear. The cheering was so loud I could barely hear him and I shrugged.

"Lucky, I guess."

Seth POV

I had gone over to Embry's house to watch the Mariners play the Yankees. His mom had recently bought a huge flatscreen for the living room and they had really good cable. He said it was the one thing his mom splurged on and since she was working at the hospital, he was holding a game party. Which basically meant a bunch of us were strewn across the living room, eating and watching the game.

Embry, Quil, Brady and I were the first there and Jared had come over later on. Collin had shown up after his shift and Caleb -one of the newest wolves- came with him.

It had been pretty uneventful the whole time. We plowed through the mountain of food and snacks we had brought and drunk at least three cases of beer and countless sodas.

It was the end of the game, the ninth inning and Quil made a snide remark about the Mariners never having a chance to beat the Yankees. Quil was the least loyal out of the group, not having as much of an interest in sports as the rest of us. He seriously doesn't understand the importance of home team support.

Embry argued back and for some weird reason, a full fledged debate broke out about the two teams and who was going to beat who's ass. I just watched them for a second, all of them actually, as they verbally fought it out; Jared and Collin joining Embry in tearing Quil a new one.

What the fuck?

I thought they were nuts, fighting over such a stupid remark. Caleb shrugged and got up to get something out of the kitchen. Brady was laying on his back eating a bag of Cheddar Jalepeno Lays with Hummus of all the sick shit he could be dipping and his eyes were firmly on the game.

I focused back on the TV realizing it was the bottom of the ninth and our team was up to bat with the score tied. Sweet! Now if they could just pull a miracle out of their ass.

The Yankees pitcher threw a fast ball and I just about yelled when I heard the crack of the bat and saw the ball flying.

Holy shit! It was a home run! I just knew it. It soared over the field high enough that it was going to be a freakin' home run.

Brady was sitting up, his face like two feet from the TV screen and he was shaking his fist and chanting 'out, out, out'!"

It flew directly at a dark haired woman and she caught it right before it smacked her in the face. The camera tightened its focus and I spewed the sip of Mountain Dew I had just gulped.

My jaw was hanging open as I just stared at the TV.

HOLY SHIT! My eyes were not seeing this!

Even though it was far away, I could clearly see the woman as she grinned and then handed the baseball to the man sitting next to her. He just stared at it for a second and she laughed before leaning over to kiss him on the lips. He smiled back at her and leaned close to say something in her ear and she shrugged before she answered him.

The camera panned around to show the crowd going nuts. Mariners fans were freaking the fuck out over their team beating the Yankees. I turned to see if anyone else was as shocked as me and saw that Brady was staring dumbfounded at the TV. Jared and Embry had pinned Quil to the floor and were trying to force him to say 'Mariners rule and Yankees suck balls' and I realized none of them had just seen what had happened on the TV.

"Dude!" Brady whispered to me and I gave him a death glare.

"Don't you fuckin' tell anyone what you just saw." I whispered at him and he nodded. "And do NOT think about it when you're phased."

I was just hoping that no one in La Push or Forks had recognized the two people that I had. They were just two little images and I was hoping that I had only recognized them because of my advanced eyesight.

And the reason I was so shocked?

The woman who caught the home run was my sister Leah.

And the man she had given it to and kissed on the lips, was Charlie Swan.

Charlie POV

"I can't believe you caught this!" I said, looking at the ball in my hand. We were walking towards the exit of the stadium, my arm around Leah's shoulders, hers around my waist. "This day couldn't possibly get any better."

"Leah!" I looked up the corridor and saw a pretty blond woman in a doorway a dozen yards away. She was waving at Leah with a huge grin.

"Who is she?" I asked and Leah rolled her eyes with a chuckle.

"Marissa; she's one of Lucas' girlfriends and was the one who got me the tickets. She's a PR manager for the Mariners."

"One of?" I whispered as we neared her.

"Lucas is kind of a man-whore."

"Hey Marissa," Leah said nicely. "Thank you so much for getting the tickets."

Marissa nodded quickly and motioned us into the door. "No problem. Come on. The guys want to meet the girl who caught the winning home run."

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"So, this day couldn't get any better, huh?" Leah asked me in a sassy tone. I just shook my head and followed her blindly out of the exit where a black car was waiting by the curb.

A dark suited chauffeur opened the rear door and I stood back while Leah climbed inside. I sat next to her and shook my head to clear it.

"I can't believe they signed the ball. I thought for sure they'd want it back."

The players had been in a great mood, the high of their win leaving a party atmosphere in the locker room. Apparently Marissa was pretty good friends with a lot of the players as she was greeted enthusiastically. Leah had taken in the scene with a little smile and after meeting all my favorite players, I couldn't believe when they insisted we come to an after party.

"I caught it, and possession is nine tenths of the law. Plus, I think a couple of them were checking out my ass; so I'm pretty sure they wouldn't have asked me for it back." Leah squeezed my thigh and chuckled.

"Poor baby, you're running on overload." She leaned up and kissed my jaw. "Just let me get you back to the room."

She handed the driver a bill as he let us out in front of the hotel and then power walked through the lobby with her eyes set straight ahead. "Is she nearby?" Leah said in a whisper.

I chuckled, realizing she was talking about 'Kayla". We made it into the elevator without incident and she let out a dramatic sigh.

"Whew, made it safe. It's not like I don't appreciate good service, but I don't want to feel like I have to answer to someone. If I need something, I'll let you know." She gave me a little grin. "Marissa said the party doesn't really start until ten-thirty or eleven."

"Miss Clearwater, are you inviting me to participate in illicit acts of pleasure with you?"

She laughed lightly and slid her hand into my back pocket. "I love it when you use your cop talk on me. 'Illicit acts of pleasure'. Sounds so naughty."

She pressed up against my side. "And yes, I am inviting you to participate." She hugged herself close to me and ran her nose down the side of my neck. "Or you can just lay back while I molest you if you don't want to participate."

I gripped her hard around the waist and propelled her out of the elevator the second the doors opened. She used the key card to open the door to our 'suite' and bolted it the second it close behind us.

"You can molest me all you want," I told her. "But you better believe I'm participating."

I set the baseball on a side table in a fancy bowl that held glass bubbles. Leah smirked and pulled me flush against her hot body.

It was a frantic coming together as we stripped our clothes, kissing and exploring each other with our hands as we made our way to the bedroom.

"Don't be gentle," she whispered breathlessly as she wrapped her legs around my waist. She was sitting on the edge of the high bed with me standing between her thighs. Kissing me deeply, she rubbed herself against me, showing me without words how wet and ready her body was for mine.

"Watching you made me so hot. I love when you're excited and happy." She said between kisses and little bites. "You are so sexy, so hot. I want you."

I didn't need further encouragement. Pushing into her welcoming heat, I groaned at the exquisite pleasure that was Leah.

How did I ever live without this? Without her?

She laid back on the bed and I gripped her hips, holding her there at the edge of the bed while I drove into her with a fast, hard rhythm. She whimpered and panted, rubbing her breasts as she bit her lip and alternated between watching my face and where we were joined.

It didn't take long for us to reach climax and I gasped as her slick walls gripped me over and over.

"Leah, baby," I couldn't form a coherent thought as euphoria rocketed through my whole body. I literally saw stars and dropped my head back as I clenched my jaw.

When the tremors died down, I was breathing hard like I had run a mile flat out and tried to still my racing heart. I had been a millisecond away from blurting out that I loved her. I looked down at Leah, spread out on the white bed linens like a golden goddess. Her dark eyes opened and stared up at me.

"Oh my god!" She whispered and licked her lips as she breathed deeply. "You are gonna kill me."

I paused for a second and then laughed quietly. "Baby, if one of us kills the other, it will be you that does me in."

I pulled her up and hugged her close. "But I wouldn't want to go any other way."

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