12.
The air crackled around them as neither of them moved or said anything.
Bella broke eye contact first, turning to glance at the clock on that wall. She couldn't help but wonder when her luck would run out and he'd throw her to the curb.
Edward cleared his throat, "Was there anyone you could call?"
She simple shook her head and closed her eyes momentarily. Her mind reeled with different scenarios. She could just go to a hotel and look for a new job on Monday morning. That thought led to money and well, she didn't have much of that as she'd just paid her share of the rent. She shuddered, thinking of the type of hotel she could afford with the little amount she did have.
Edward could see the warring going on behind those deep chocolate colored eyes. Bella didn't look like the wilting wallflower type of girl, but yet she seemed so vulnerable at the moment.
Edward stood before her, debating whether or not he should offer her refuge.
On the one hand he knew nothing of her, she could leave his place and he would never see her again. That was a thought that pained him and left him feeling uneasy.
On the other hand, he could offer her to stay, but then he would be taking a chance and opening himself up to a potentially dangerous situation. After all, he didn't know her from Adam.
Sighing, he made a split-second decision, "It's getting late, you can stay in the guest bedroom if you'd like."
Bella looked up to meet his gaze. There was something about him, she couldn't put her finger on it, but she just knew she could trust him.
She nodded, "Okay."
Poor girl!
