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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Big honking ramble at the end of the chapter which you can skip if you'd like. But I won't ramble here and there because that just sucks. Lol. On to the story...

THIS CHAPTER IS DEDICATED TO:
alwazabrat She was the first to guess it. Many of my other WONDERFUL reviewers guessed as well but as I said before most of this is at the bottom today because of my looong author's note. Lol. I hope no one minds but I posted the rest of my muses... is that a word? At the bottom. You're all there. ;)


-BPOV-
I know that when I finally fell asleep last night that I was safely on my side of the bed. I had even tucked the blanket around me, cocooning myself so that I wouldn't move during the night.

But here, just nine or so hours later, I opened my eyes to the light of the morning and realized immediately that my plan had failed me. I had definitely moved. Because the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was the pale contours of Edward's chest. I was snuggled into his side, my arms wrapped around his waist, and his face was nestled in my hair. One of his arms was draped over my side. Altogether not a bad way to wake up. And I hadn't had one bad dream the entire night.

As a matter of fact I don't remember dreaming at all. There had been no tossing and turning or waking up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat.

I shifted a little bit and gazed up at Edward's face. He looked to be sleeping soundly and peacefully as well. That might not last long when he wakes up and realizes that I've somehow managed to weasel my way into his arms.

And he had tried to ensure me that he would behave himself. Somehow I don't think he's the one we should be worried about. After all he was still on his side of the bed.

I tried to covertly wiggle away before he woke up and asked me what I was doing there after I had made such a big deal about this last night.

"Too early." He mumbled adorably.

I froze.

Was he still asleep, bordering consciousness, or had he been awake the whole time- just waiting to see what I would do? I think I might just die if it was the latter.

He shifted just a little and yawned but his eyes remained closed so I'm guessing he wasn't fully awake yet. And it didn't look like he had any plans to attempt full consciousness any time soon.

"Go back to sleep, love." He murmured, encircling my waist and pulling me closer, canceling out those few meters I had managed to squirm.

He sighed contently and nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck.

I bit my lip, debating.

I had tried to escape but that didn't seem like an option anymore. At least not without waking Edward and I knew he was still trying to catch up on his sleep.

"Bella." He whispered in his sleep.

My heart skipped a beat, his breath wafted over the skin of my neck, and the last thread of my willpower snapped.

I rested my head on his chest where it felt most comfortable and I wrapped my arms around him again.

I wouldn't want to wake Edward after all right?

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The house was beautiful. I never wanted to leave.

"Can't we just move in now?" I sighed wistfully.

Edward grinned at me, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest.

"You like it?" He asked.

I nodded enthusiastically.

"It's perfect." I assured him.

Edward had asked me earlier if I wanted to come see the house with him. The family all thought we were running errands. Well, except for Alice that is. She thought we were sneaking away for some 'romantic alone time.' Man I wish.

No! He's just your friend Bella. Your extremely sexy friend who you're pretending to be married to so your ex won't find you and kill you.

Fun times.

"I'm glad you like it." Edward said, bringing me out of my reverie.

I blushed. I'm so glad he can't read my mind sometimes.

"It means a lot to me that you at least see it before we tell my family that we've found something."

"Thank you." I said, looking over the house again.

I couldn't imagine anyone not liking this house. It wasn't as big as his parent's house but that was fine with me. I loved the Cullen's home but it would be too extravagant for just Edward and I. Besides this house had charm. It was cozy.

Flowers lined the front walk and the outside of the house was all red brick. There was a big bay window in the living room with a window seat, perfect for curling up with your favorite book. There was a big brick fire place at one side of the room. And the kitchen was replicated directly from my dreams I swear; big and spacious with lots of cupboards. There were windows lining one wall, much like the Cullen's home, letting light spill in to the kitchen and warm the breakfast nook. Just being in there made me want to whip up some waffles and sit down with a steaming mug of coffee. This house was made for me.

"You're welcome." Edward said happily, swinging his keys around one finger. "Would you like to see the upstairs?"

I nodded.

Edward held my hand on the way up the stairs, probably remembering my past displays of so called grace. Coordinated I am not.

But it was having the opposite effect. I had to concentrate twice as hard on not falling because his long fingers wrapped around mine was very distracting.

"I was thinking we could turn this room into the music room." He said, nodding towards the first room we came to.

He had still not released my hand and I wasn't sure if it was because he had forgotten or because... well. I didn't know what the other reason might be.

"But if you'd like to turn it into a library that would work too."

My eyes literally lit up at the thought of having a library.

"Could we do both?" I asked excitedly.

I didn't want to take away his music room. What that even entailed I had no idea but it sounded important to him.

Edward pushed open the door and my eyes widened of their own accord.

The room was beautiful. It was medium sized with another bay window with a window seat. I was salivating at the mouth just thinking about this being a library.

The walls were a cream color and their was track lighting above a built in bookshelf to one side of the window seat. It. Was. Perfect.

"I think this could work." Edward said finally. "We could put the piano in the middle of the room and the stereo on the other side, against that wall."

My eyebrows raised of their own accord. Piano!?

"And we could put a love seat on that other wall." He nodded towards the far wall.

He scratched his chin with his free hand, thinking.

"Another bookshelf beside the sofa?"

He looked at me expectantly to see if I 'approved'

"Edward!" I shrieked.

Yes, I Bella Swan...er, Cullen, actually shrieked.

"That sounds amazing!" I said, smiling brightly and squeezing his hand.

This answered my question because when I squeezed his hand he looked down at our linked hands with the most adorable confused look on his face as if just realizing that he hadn't let me go yet. I felt a twinge of something in my heart that he hadn't intentionally meant to hold my hand.

But he looked back up quickly and gave me that crooked grin of his.

"I'm glad you like it." He said brightly.

I nodded enthusiastically.

"So you don't mind sharing with me?" He teased.

I corked my head to one side, unable to keep the smile off of my face.

"That depends." I said coyly.

He frowned.

"Depends on what?" He asked suspiciously.

I laughed at his wary expression. Like he thought I was going to make a time chart for when we were each allowed in the room or something.

"Do you really play the piano?" I asked.

He nodded, still wary.

"Since I was four." He admitted.

Dang. Was there anything this man couldn't do?

"Are you any good?" I asked, trying to sound serious. "Because I don't won't to have to sit in here, trying to read, while you're sounding like a dying cat."

He threw his head back and laughed and I smiled. I vowed right there that I would make him laugh like that again.

"Well, the beauty is in the eye of the beholder right?" He smirked.

I nodded.

"Very true." I agreed. "But I don't think there's a lot of people that would find beauty in the sound of a dying cat."

He chuckled.

"I'll play for you when the piano gets here." He promised me. "And if I pass inspection then we'll share the room?"

"Sounds good." I giggled.

Man, I was shrieking and giggling? I must stop hanging out with Alice!

But it was a wonderful scene in my head. Me sitting in the window seat, absorbed in whatever book I was reading at the moment, while Edward played something slow and soothing on the piano. It would be like my own private concert. And there was no doubt in my mind that whatever he played would be beautiful. Agent Cullen did nothing halfway after all.

We did this for the rest of the morning, going through each room and deciding what it would be. There was four rooms on the top level of the house; The 'library/music room,' a bathroom, and two bedrooms. One was going to be the guest room and the other was going to be our room.

Or at least that was what we would tell people that came to visit if they asked for a tour. I knew his family would. The 'guest room' would actually be Edward's room though. And I would take the master bedroom. Part of me was glad that I would soon have a space of my own since I had been watched practically twenty-four seven for almost a year. The other part of me was sad that there would be no chance of waking up in Edward's arms any more. I didn't let myself linger too much on that second part.

After we had gone through the entire house and seen the backyard(it was beautiful! And it had a big old tree with a tire swing.) Edward decided we should go get some coffee. I think he was just welcoming the break from his family. He loved them, that much was more than obvious, but everyone needs a break every once in a while.

"M'lady." He grinned at me as he opened the door to the small dinner we had stopped at.

I bit back a smile and mock curtsied.

He chuckled.

"Awe." He winked. "See, now there's a true lad-"

"Edward?!"

Mine and Edward's heads swung in the direction of the annoyingly shrill voice.

A tall red haired woman was standing from her seat, a wide smile on her face, as she stared at Edward.

She was beautiful. She had long curly red hair, big blue eyes, and legs up to her chin. I immediately hated her.

Please be a cousin, I thought. Please be a cousin.

Edward cursed under his breath and stepped up beside me. I had never heard him curse before and it instinctively made me want to do the same because I knew this wasn't a cousin.

"Eddie!" The woman squealed as she started walking towards us.

I narrowed my eyes. His wife isn't even allowed to call him that!

Edward closed his eyes and pressed his fingers to his temples as if just the sound of her shrill voice calling him by his most hated nick name gave him a migraine.

Well, it was definitely making my head hurt. That's for sure.

"Hello Tanya." He said politely as he opened his eyes.

His voice was controlled and measured and there was no 'light' in his eyes. I took a sick sense of pride in knowing that he was not truly happy to see this person.

"Eddie." She said again.

Wow. Her vocabulary was just astounding. Really.

"Tanya." He sighed. "You know that I don't like that name."

She giggled as if he had just told the funniest joke of all time.

"But I like it." She purred.

He frowned and wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me closer.

The woman, (Tanya was it?) zoned in on his arm around my waist as if she hadn't seen me standing there. That was very hard to believe since I had been shooting her death ray glares since the beginning of this inane conversation.

"My love, this is Tanya."

He wrapped his arm a little tighter around my waist and placed a kiss to the top of my head.

"Tanya, this is my beautiful wife, Bella."

I smirked. I couldn't help it.

Tanya's eyes widened and her face paled. She looked completely and utterly horrified.

"Your what?!" She shrieked.

Edward cleared his throat.

"My wife." He said slowly. "Bella."

I smiled angelically and held out a hand to her.

"Nice to meet you." I said politely. "What was your name again?"

Edward looked down at me and raised an eyebrow, amused.

She looked between the two of us before clearing her throat and grudgingly shaking my hand.

"Tanya." She repeated icily.

"Oh." I said as if I just now remembered. "That's right."

I smiled up at Edward to see that he was trying very hard to keep a straight face.

"Nice to meet you Tanya."

She glared at me. Openly.

"Well, I'm sure Eddie has told you all about me." She seethed. "We went to high school together."

I just stared back at her blankly. Although to be fair he really hadn't ever told me about any Tanya.

"So," She said, her clipped words contrasting the bright smile on her face. "When did you get married Eddie?"

"Edward and I are just visiting his family after our honey moon." I said, wrapping an arm around Edward's waist.

"How nice." She commented, sounding as if she thought it was anything but nice.

"And here I thought Edward would never settle down."

Edward sighed.

"I couldn't let her get away." He said. He looked very uncomfortable.

I blushed, looking down even as I clung tighter to his waist. I knew I had absolutely no reason to be jealous of Tanya. Or any other girl he had in his past for that matter. But I couldn't stop myself from wondering exactly how many other girls there were in his past.

"Well, how nice." She deadpanned.

She looked down her nose at me.

"Nice to meet you Bridget."

I just nodded curtly. Nice to meet you too ho.

"Eddie." She purred, fluttering her eyelashes and trying to sound seductive. "You have my number if you want to... talk."

She leaned forward just slightly, making sure her cleavage was... accessible. Who wears cleavage revealing tops on a cold day in Forks?

"Keep in touch." She purred.

I narrowed my eyes at her again. I've met rocks that can take a hint faster than she did.

"Tanya." He said politely but not in any way that could be misconstrued as an acceptance to her 'offer'

"Taking into account our past relationship I don't think my wife would appreciated that."

His wife most definitely would not appreciate that. Even if she was his fake wife. Tanya didn't have to know that.

"I think there's a table open in the corner, my love." Edward said.

I nodded.

Tanya huffed and walked away without another word to either of us.

Edward sighed.

"Shall we?"

He motioned with his free hand to the open table.

I don't know what happened to me, if it was the adrenaline of jealousy still pumping through my veins or what but I got a sudden jolt of confidence.

I stood on my tip toes and kissed his jaw.

Edward froze.

"She was still watching." I muttered softly before sliding my arm away from his waist and slipping my hand through his.

My blush was so prominent by this time that I'm sure it rivaled the heat of the sun. Who knew jealousy was such a powerful emotion?

"Is someone jealous?" He asked, highly amused, as he pulled out my chair for me.

I looked down, hiding behind my curtain of hair.

"That would be how a real wife reacted right?" I muttered.

That is a good point. Everyone in here would be suspicious if Edward's new wife wasn't the tiniest bit effected when they ran into Tanya. But I hadn't thought of that at the time. The only thing I had been thinking then was that she needed to back away.

"I think you have underestimated your acting skills, my love." He smirked.

I glared at the table top. Frustrating man.

"I've been known to do that." I dodged. But I hadn't been acting and we both knew it.

"Well regardless." He said, his voice growing closer.

I looked up reflexively and lost all capability to breath.

His face was just inches away from mine, his breath blowing across my lips like a caress.

"You are unbearably adorable when you're jealous." He breathed.

"Uh... uhm... ugh..."

This is your brain on Edward. It seems Tanya's verbosity had rubbed off on me.

I bit my lip without thinking and his eyes flashed down towards them, his eyes darkening. He licked his lips, all hints of amusement gone from his face.

I had never studied Edward's lip in much detail before but now that I did I wanted to write sonnets about them. They were plump and pillowy and his lower lip jutted out just a bit. God, I could imagine leaning over just a fraction of an inch to close the distance between us and nibbling that perfect sulky bottom lip.

"Edward?"

We jerked away from one another as if we had been burned. Edward made eye contact with me for a second before turning to the newcomer, a very faint rosy color dusting his cheeks.

"Yes?" he said, sounding dazed as he turned his attention towards the person who had spoken his name.

I let out a shaky breath and leaned against the back of my seat. What was wrong with me? What happened to my personal mission of not liking Edward?

I looked around the crowded diner and blushed. Not only did I like the agent who was keeping me alive, because let's be honest- there was really no denying that now, but I had almost kissed him in front of a room packed full of people.

"Congratulations young man." I heard someone say and I looked up hesitantly, still blushing.

A man with balding gray hair was standing in front of me. Edward had stood as well and was shaking the man's hand.

He had kind eyes, a prominent nose, and big rimmed glasses.

"Your father told me that you came home with a mighty big surprise." He chuckled.

Edward grinned, almost timidly.

"Bella, this is Dr. Clark."

I stood up to shake his hand and Edward snaked an arm around my waist without seeming to think about it.

"Dr. Clark, this is my wife Bella."

The man smiled kindly at me and shook my hand. He had big callused hands with rough fingers but they were warm.

"Dr. Clark works in the hospital with Carlisle." Edward told me.

"It's nice to meet you." I said, smiling shyly.

"Likewise." He said politely.

He put a hand on Edward's shoulder.

"I've known young Edward here since he was eight years old." he winked at me.

I smiled, trying to imagine Edward as anything but the handsome CIA agent who knew everything.

"Carlisle brought him to bring your kids to work day." He explained. "This young man was everywhere, trying to get into everything, wanting to know everything that was happening. He wanted to pick up a scalpel and follow us into the operating room."

Edward shrugged, shooting me a look that roughly translated to, 'you don't really believe that do you?'

I snickered.

"Some things never change huh?" I teased.

Edward frowned playfully at me.

"Thank you Dr. Clark." Edward said, frowning at him.

Dr. Clark laughed.

"Okay, okay." He said, putting his hands up in front of him in a playful surrender. "I can take a hint."

He took my hand again and placed a kiss to my knuckles.

"You better be careful Edward." He teased. "If I was twenty years younger..."

Edward snorted.

"Be careful old man."

Dr. Clark chuckled.

"Nice to meet you Bella." He said in parting. "Carlisle and Esme just adore you."

I blushed, looking down shyly.

"Nice to meet you too."

Edward chuckled, shaking his head, and sat down.

I followed his lead and sat back down, picking up the menu from the center of the table.

"He seems like quite the character." I commented, looking over the top of the menu.

He nodded.

"He's a good guy though." He promised.

He smirked.

"Even if he was trying to steal my wife."

I snorted but decided to change the subject.

"I'm glad to see your habit of carrying scalpels around has ended." I smirked right back.

He rolled his eyes.

"I didn't understand at the time why an eight year old couldn't help with the surgery." he said. "And sitting in the waiting room isn't as fun as watching them replace a heart."

I shuddered.

"Ugh." I groaned, sticking my tongue out. "Blood."

Edward laughed.

"Perhaps we should order?" He suggested.

As if she had been called, or was watching, a young woman(probably a few years younger than I was) came and took our order and then scurried away blushing bashfully at Edward.

"I'm sorry." He said quietly, sounding almost sheepish, after a moment of silence.

I looked up, eyebrows raised in question.

"About Tanya." He explained. "She's..."

"Dogmatic?" I supplied. "Amazingly self assured? Relentless?"

He put up one hand like a stop sign.

"Yes. All of those." He admitted.

I shrugged, looking down at the table top.

"Your ex?" I asked, trying to sound casual.

Edward didn't say anything for a moment and I looked up through my lashes at him. He looked extremely uncomfortable and he rubbed the back of his neck with one hand.

"Eh... yeah."

I nodded, letting him know that he didn't have to explain further if he didn't want to.

"We dated in high school." He continued and I looked up timidly. "Our last year of high school."

"Yes..." I prompted.

"She assumed we would be moving to the city and going to college together. I wasn't ready for that."

He shrugged.

"And that wasn't exactly my plans... As you know."

He cleared his throat awkwardly.

Oh yes, the girlfriend that wants to join you at college while you're secretly planning to join the CIA. I could see how that wouldn't work out.

"Why-" I started but then I stopped, fiddling with the edge of the menu.

Edward raised an eyebrow.

"What?" He prompted.

"Nothing." I mumbled. "Never mind. It's none of my business."

Edward cocked his head to one side, looking at me calculatingly.

"What could be none of my wife's business?" He said finally.

He said this in a playful manner but I could tell it was killing him that he didn't know what I was thinking.

I sighed.

"Just..." I began again, trying to think of a tactful way of putting this. "Why... why would you date someone like her in the first place?"

I felt my blush in full force as soon as the words were out but she was just so... dogmatic, self assured, and relentless. Oh, yes. And a ho.

I looked up to gage his reaction, praying that I hadn't offended him with my question.

He shrugged.

"I don't know." He admitted. "She's not actually as bad as she seems?"

It came out sounding like a question and I made a face.

"Okay, maybe she is." He sighed, seeing that I didn't buy his try at being nice.

"So... why did you like her?"

He sighed, throwing his hands up.

"I don't know." He repeated. "Haven't you ever dated anyone you regretted going out with later?"

I blanched.

His eyes widened as if just realizing what he had said and to whom he was speaking.

I looked back down at the table, playing with the sugar packets, and cleared my throat.

"Yes." I said softly. "Actually I have."

"Oh my god. Bella, I'm so sorry." He said, sounding appalled. "I wasn't thinking."

I looked up, my eyes suddenly watery.

I shrugged, trying to act like it wasn't a big deal.

"It's fine Edward." I said.

And it was I suppose. It was only fair. I had asked about his ex. He had asked about mine. It's not his fault his ex wasn't trying to kill him now.

But seriously. Did I regret dating Jacob? He had no idea.

"No." He sighed, his eyes pained. "It's not. We don't have to talk about this anymore."

I sat up straighter in my chair and pushed some hair away from my face, determined.

"He was my first friend when I moved." I said, my voice mechanical.

I had told this story before but it never ceased to amaze me how much pain it caused me each and every time. Have you ever heard the saying, 'hind sight is twenty- twenty?' Well, that my friends is the overwhelming truth. Every time I look back at those months that Jacob and I were friends, those months leading up to us becoming a couple, I can always spot things that should have warned me against him like they were marked in florescent orange. How had I missed them then? Like him being jealous and having a temper. Like him begin secretive and defensive and those people that looked almost fearful when they saw him on the streets.

"We were friends for months before we officially started going out. But I never went to his home. We always met somewhere else or he came to my house."

I sighed, rubbing my temples just like he had when he had first seen Tanya.

"We had been dating for about a month or so when I first went to his house. There really wasn't anything suspicious. I didn't meet..."

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.

"...Billy... until I had been going to their house for a little while and when I did meet him he was nice. A little... sharp, I guess you could say. He always said he was busy and then holed himself up in his office."

I shrugged, feeling a lump in my throat.

"I didn't think anything of it." I mumbled pitifully. "I just thought he was a very busy man."

I closed my eyes, trying desperately not to be sucked back into my memories.

"Jacob was part of it all of course." I whispered, my voice choked. "And I didn't even know."

God, I had been so stupid. So naive. Jacob was suposed to take Billy's place if anything was to happen to him. Say he got put into jail for life...

"After a while Jacob started getting... violent." I sighed. "He never actually hit me but he was emotionally degrading. He would tell me that I was worthless and that I couldn't do anything right. I knew I needed to brake up with him."

I swallowed, remembering specific instances even though I tried desperately not to.

"But I was scared." I admitted. "Every time I got close to saying it he would just stare at me and there was so much anger, so much hatred, in his eyes. I never doubted the fact that Jacob Blaque could hurt someone but I hadn't understood the extent of the situation."

Edward was quiet during my entire explination but he reached across the table and grabbed my hand, providing comfort and the strength to continue.

"One night I started to think of all the things he had been saying and doing lately. He had been worse, more angry, than usual."

And why wouldn't he be? God, it made so much more sense now. He was stressed because someone wanted out. So many nights after that night I found myself wondering. Wondering about the other who had ever 'betrayed' the Blaque's before. Had Jacob had a hand in any of their deaths?

It was a thought that sent chills down my spin and set dread into my stomach. I tried not to linger on the thought but one couldn't help but wonder...

"I had talked myself into actually breaking up with him by the time it was dark." I continued. "So I got in my car and headed over to the Blaque's before I could change my mind."

I swallowed and looked up at Edward who had still not said anything. I was thankful for that because I wasn't sure if I would be able to continue if I was interrupted.

"I didn't find Jacob." I whispered. "He wasn't home that night."

A tear spilled over the edge of my eye and I wiped it away angrily.

"But Billy was."

I looked back down, not wanting Edward to see me crying.

"And Mr. Clearwater." I choked out bitterly.

I had met his son once at a picnic at the Blaque's. Seth. He was tall for his age and he had a cheerful friendly face. He had spent most of the time cracking jokes to make me feel more comfortable. His father had tried to get out for him. For his family. And that's why I was crying now. They should have had their happily ever after. He was trying to do the right thing. And he paid with his life.

Seth will never see his father again because some inconsequential man wanted all the power. He wanted to be able to yank some strings and have everyone jump. The most deadly of puppet masters.

"He never got to say good bye." I choked. "He was doing it for them and now he'll never see them again."

I tugged my hand from Edward's and wrapped my arms around myself, just trying to holding myself together. I kept seeing it over and over again.

It is because I weed out my employees very carefully... no on leaves alive.

The click of the gun and immediately BAM!

"He just wanted out." I cried. "He was trying to do the right thing."

I heard the scrap of a chair against the tile and almost immediately Edward was by my side. He ignored the watchful eyes of the curious onlookers and scooped me up, sitting me on his lap as he took my vacated seat.

"I'm so sorry." He whispered again and again like a mantra. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry."

He stroked my hair as he rocked us back and forth and I clung to him like a life raft.

"I'm so sorry, my beautiful Bella." He whispered. "Ssh. It's all going to be okay."

I just clutched his collar in my hands, willing him to stay with me. Just don't leave me I thought every time he apologized for something he had no control over.

Just don't leave me.

"You were crying the first time I saw tou." He whispered into my hair. "And I promise you that I will do everything in my power to make sure you never have to again."

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Okay, there's a long one to make up for the shorter chapters we've been having recently. First off I want to apologize to evilfairylover because she begged for it not to be Tanya. I'm with you! I felt so lame putting it as Tanya because I don't know how many of you have read my other stories on here but I try to be somewhat unique if I can help it and that was... well, not unique. At all. Lol. But I was feeling too tired to think of someone creative and I thought we needed that scene with Bella being jealous because it sparks the moment of realization like, 'oh. I really do like him. I just don't want to.' I don't know. Does that makes any sense? But put down the tomatoes. I'm not planning for her to have a major role in the story line. Also for the record in Twilight I actually like Tanya. I think the girl has earned some respect for being nice to Bella. I mean she wanted Edward(who doesn't?! Lol) but she admitted defeat and played a good loser if nothing else. So I feel doubly lame for putting it as Tanya but it just had to be. Sorry lovies.
Second, you finally know who it was. Henry Clearwater! Tada! What do you think? And why Bella was over there that night. She went to break up with our lovely Jacob. (no offense to the Jaboc lovers out there. There has to be a bad guy and I don't want to do it halfway) But anyway if you put together what you learned in this chapter and the nightmare from a couple of chapters ago you have what happened the night of Henrey's death.
As for the almost kiss, that's what it was. An almost kiss. This was not what I was talking about when I promised a kiss so... there's still that to look forward to. Haha.
Finally,(Yes, I promise after this last point there will be no more rambling except for the dedications but those people rock so I can't skip them!) there was a lot to take in with this chapter. I seriously thought of making this two seperate chapters but then I thought you all might hunt me down and kill me, or give me a paper cut in front of Jasper, which seems to be the favored death threat of my loving reviewers. Lol. So I decided to keep it as one.
Once again sorry for the rambling author's note. Hope it didn't literally bore anyone to death. I would feel awful. Don't forget to review. Favorite part? Thanks!

DEDICATION-
Thank you to all those who reviewed. You're all amazing. Several people guessed the absolutely fantastic book that was cited in the last chapter. It was Jellicoe Road by Melina Marchetta. Yay. One of the best books ever! Seriously, if you haven't read it stop reading mine and go get that. You won't be sorry. ...okay, maybe read both of them? Lol. Sounds good.

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bookworm19065 (Don't be sad! All will be reveled in time. God, I sound like a magic eight ball. Now let's 'concentrate and ask again' lol)
JuniorComrad
Guida Potter (Your English is wonderful. There's nothing to forgive. :-) And there will definitely be more 'agent Cullen.' I love him too much to keep him away for too long.)
Applepie121
chele the original
Scorpio11
SilentlyBitten17(I love your penname by the way!)
pizza003
Mo'Reading(Hey! I loved your review as always. It made my day! But you bring out a good point. And the answer is yes. The house was purchased ahead of time by the CIA so they could make sure it was safe... ie: installing better security and the like. Thanks for brining that out. Let's just hope everyone reads this now. Lol)