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Emmett:
All of the color drains from Cullen's face and I lose it.
I know exactly how he feels. Coach ran me threw the ringer when I started dating Rosie.
"Your daughter?"
Coach doesn't even bother to answer him, he turns away from us and storms into the house.
"Shit, Emmett. Bella is his daughter?"
"Yep," I laugh and start throwing meat on the grill. "Rosie and Bella are sisters."
"Damn," he says, and looks over at the door leading to the kitchen. "I'm fucked. I think I'm in love."
I damn near fall over laughing.
I hear Cullen chuckle before he pushes me, making me stumble a little too close to the grill.
"I'm serious. Stop laughing. How am I going to take this girl out without Coach killing me?"
I wipe my face with the sleeve of my shirt and look over at him, still giggling like a girl.
"Man, those girls," I point toward the kitchen. "They may be Daddy's girls, but they can bring a grown man to their knees. Coach was a single dad and he taught those girls everything they'd ever need to know to take care of themselves."
"Huh," Cullen looks lost in thought.
I get a grip on his shoulder, waiting until he looks me in the eye before speaking.
"Bella dated a guy on defense, Black, for a while last year. It didn't end well."
He looks at me and his face has taken on that serious, who-do-I-need-to-kill expression.
"It's not my story to tell, but Black wasn't happy when she ended things. You should be prepared for that issue to come up if you decide to go up against Coach on this one."
I laugh, again, at the moment of fear that covers his face.
Jimmy walks over and I nod my head at him, while pointing at Cullen with my thumb.
"Cullen, what'd you do to piss off Coach?" Jimmy says, and pats Cullen's back.
"Fuck," he says, walking away. I can't help but start laughing again.
"No Vicky?" I ask, after a few minutes.
Jimmy laughs loudly. "No," he shakes his head. "No, that show is probably going to end soon."
"Thank, fuck. Rosie will probably throw a party."
Cullen hands us fresh beers and Jimmy holds the bottle up.
"To good friends."
"And beautiful women," Cullen says.
"And a good season," Jasper adds in.
"And family," I say, tapping my bottle against the others.
Jimmy, Jasper and Cullen start chatting and I go back to grilling.
I know I keep saying it, but it's gonna be a good year. I can feel it.
a/n: last one for today. I'm trying to keep up with reviews but you guys are so amazingly wonderful that my mailbox is ridiculously full. I love you guys! thanks so much for reading! :)
