Chapter 25
"You recognised him?" Edward asked as he watched me pace back and forth in our hotel suite.
"Yes ... no ... I don't know," I said grabbing my hair in frustration. "There was something familiar-"
"-Bella," Edward snapped. "You either knew him or you didn't."
I turned to face him, annoyed. "I'm sorry that I don't have fucking photographic memory. I never claimed to be perfect."
Edward came over to me and cupped my face. "It's important."
I shoved his hand away. "Don't you fucking think I know that?"
"Then try and fucking remember," he snapped.
I lifted my hand to slap his face, but he caught my wrist and glared at me. "Don't push me," he warned.
I yanked my hand free from his grasp and shoved him backward. "How about you don't fucking push me?"
He lunged toward me, but Garrett jumped in the middle of us, putting his hands up to keep us apart. "This isn't helping."
Edward sighed and walked away.
"Get my father on the phone," he ordered Barbie as he dropped down next to him.
Barbie pulled out his phone and pressed a few buttons before handing it to Edward.
"It's me … Has he done it yet? … What's he fucking waiting on? … We don't have time for that … We have company … We're coming back." He hung up the phone and tossed it Barbie.
"We still have three days left," I protested.
Edward glared at me.
Yes, I was aware at how ridiculous I sounded, but could he really blame me for not wanting to leave Maui? After our first day, things hadn't actually been that bad. We had gotten to know each other and had grown close. I knew it would be different once we got back home.
I wasn't ready to go back home.
Life was peaceful here.
I loved this island … I maybe have even fallen in love on this island.
There was a knock at the door. We all froze, wondering who was on the other side.
Edward jumped off the sofa and hurried over to me. He pulled out his piece out and shoved it into my hands. "Go into the bedroom and hide," He whispered.
I began to protest when he gave me a look to tell me he wasn't messing around.
I hurried into the bedroom, and closed the door before pressing my ear against it, trying to hear what was going on.
Had they found us?