HAPPY 2011! I hope this year brings you many blessings! Thank you for all your well wishes for the Christmas season. I hope you enjoy this belated New Year's gift.

Disclaimer: Twilight belongs to the amazing Stephenie Meyer. I only wish I had dreamt up Edward! Audrey and Mavis belong to me.

Copyright: karry4harry 2010

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25. One Step at a Time

The loud rumblings emanating from the laundry came to a stop. The house grew eerily quiet as I took a bite of my muffin and followed it with a sip of my tea. I was really relishing the silence and the solitude. Whilst I greatly enjoyed being in the company of certain individuals, I'd always been a bit of an introvert. I needed time to myself to reflect and rejuvenate and that was exactly what I'd been doing this overcast Saturday morning. Glancing at my Chemistry homework calculations one last time, I easily moved from the kitchen table, which was covered in papers and books, to the laundry. I was still wary of my ankle, but the small sprain had healed itself nicely and it was no longer causing pain. Charlie had left the crutches by the table, but my good mood had made me determined not to use them. Having reached the laundry safely, I turned to glare at the darn things.

"Adios, crutches!"

I shook with laughter at my absurdity, but, with no one in the vicinity for a little while, I could be as absurd as I liked.

Gosh it feels so good not to have any eyes on me!

Squatting down, I managed to open the tumble drier without any difficulty, despite my lack of experience using the device. In Australia, we were able to dry our clothes naturally, most times of the year, by hanging them on the clothesline. That just wasn't the case in Forks – fictitious or not.

It felt nice, dragging my bed sheets out of the drier and into the basket. My cold fingers were instantly warmed by the clean, soft sheets. As I began to transfer clothes from the washing machine to the drier, I couldn't help but think how nice it was to experience a moment of normalcy. If I'd been at home – well, my Australian home – I probably would have detested having to spend my Saturday doing chores, but, in this world, where I always seemed to have to be on my toes, normal, mindless, mundane tasks were nice.

I can't believe you're actually thinking that doing the washing is fun!

Shaking my head, I picked up the final items of clothing to be washed and started placing them in the washing machine. I stopped when I reached the top I'd worn on Thursday. As soon as I touched the fabric, my mind was flooded with memories and I felt my mouth form a smile. As I brought the purple top closer to my face, I was hit with a scent too perfect to be that of lingering cologne. I breathed in deeply, multiple times, just savouring the scent and trying to commit it to memory. As I did this, the recollections of how Edward's scent had infused itself into the fabric overtook my thoughts.

-()-()-()-

"Yes, I do." That's what he said, didn't he?

For a moment, I stopped breathing. My mind's wheel was turning at an immeasurable speed as it tried to comprehend that I'd heard what I'd just heard. How could such a facetious comment provoke such a sincere response?

Is he admitting that he loves me?

I continued to scrutinise Edward's face in an attempt to understand if I had garnered the true meaning of his words.

Is it wishful thinking on my part? Gosh… I do want him to love me.

My heart thudded as if it was trying to break free of my body. When the inevitable burn started to spread inside my chest, I inhaled a shaky, but deep lungful of air. A squeak echoed around the car as I squirmed in my seat and denim was rubbed against leather. As I swallowed, I noticed Edward's brow appear to furrow with concern. Hesitantly, he leant over and grasped my hands. I closed my eyes and smiled as the familiar spark diffused across my skin, almost numbing my mind and removing the worries and concerns that should have been ringing alarm bells. I was strangely unaware of the coldness of his touch. I registered every one of my breaths as Edward drew soothing circles with his thumbs against the backs of my hand.

"Did you mean what you said?" I whispered with my eyes still closed.

Edward's thumbs stilled and my eyes flickered open. I was happy to see that there was no strain in his expression, but I became extremely anxious of his response. There were thoughts brewing behind his eyes.

"Did you mean what you said to Jessica, or what you said to Charlie?" Edward probed in a surprisingly light-hearted tone, but there was an eagerness that came through in his intonation and posture.

A multitude of thoughts began whizzing around in my head. What was the truth?

With great effort, I broke eye contact with Edward and rested my eyes on our joined hands.

"I guess, if I'm to be honest with you, I was just trying to annoy Jessica, this morning. I did mean what I said to Charlie, but" –I met Edward's eyes – "… I don't think I believed what I was saying." I grinned before continuing. "I mean… that's not to say that I don't think of you as a friend…"

My insides felt like they were doing somersaults as I trailed off, waiting for Edward's voice to cut through the sound of the now pouring rain hitting the roof of the Volvo. It was as if the rest of the world was being drowned out.

Edward's golden eyes looked upon me with a glorious intensity.

"How do you think of me, Audrey?" he asked, his voice smouldering.

My stomach grew heavy and my shoulders tensed as I was confronted with the question that I'd avoided answering during my time in Forks.

Enraptured by the power of his gaze and the pungency of his scent, I didn't think before words spilled from lips.

"You're more than a friend, Edward," I murmured, ducking my head. "That's how I think of you, even though you hardly know me and I haven't really allowed you to."

Edward's hand left mine and I soon felt him ease my chin up so our eyes could meet. An endearing smile had found its way onto his face.

"For once, you're wrong, Audrey." Edward's tone was one of amusement and I couldn't suppress a soft chuckle when I heard his words. When my laughter subsided, Edward reclaimed my hands and spoke in a voice ringing with sincerity.

"Yes, you have your secrets, but that hasn't stopped me from becoming acquainted with the resilient, caring and selfless person behind those deep, olive green eyes."

My breath caught in my throat and the overwhelming number of feelings cursing through me found a release in the form of a tear. I brushed it away quickly.

Am I truly caring and selfless? Is it selfish of me to talk with him like this when I'll be gone so soon? Will he still think of me that way when he learns the truth?

Edward's hand moving against my own stirred me out of my ponderings.

"Now, they're like swampy green eyes," I joked in a thick voice, not knowing how to respond to such kind words. Nerves were jangling and I automatically ran my right hand through my hair. Averting my eyes from Edward's intense scrutiny, I murmured, "I umm… I don't know what to say to that except thank you." I glanced at Edward and mirrored his small smile, before I had the uncontrollable urge to admit one of my deepest fears. "I just wonder if you'll always see me that way."

Edward peered at me quizzically for a moment. He released my hands and reached out to run one of his long, cool, elegant fingers down the side of my face. I closed my eyes and leant into his touch.

"Why? Do you plan on becoming a heartless, selfish defeatist anytime soon?" Edward quipped.

I opened my eyes and scoffed, "No."

Edward produced that wonderful crooked grin of his.

"Then I can't see there being a problem on that front, Audrey." The way he said my name sent a buzz of energy down my spine - just like hearing the muted tones of a trumpet in a soft jazz number.

For some strange reason, I didn't resist the urge to contain my thoughts.

"What if I'm already selfish? What if me being here with you, me wanting to be here with you, is an entirely selfish act?" I asked, my voice strained, as an ache became apparent in the pit of my stomach.

Edward removed his eyes from mine for the first time in what felt like hours, although it had only been minutes. My heart pounded erratically as I waited for his contemplative eyes to return to mine.

"I'm struggling to see how that could be the case." The words left Edward's lips smoothly. "I don't believe I gave you a choice in the matter of me driving you home. If anything, I'm the one being entirely too selfish, Audrey." Edward paused rather dramatically. "And I'm going to continue to be selfish and ask you to continue being selfish – if that is what you're being."

Edward cupped my cheek in his hand and the tension in my jaw was released. My eyes remained fixed on Edward's and I saw a very content looking face reflected back at me in his dilated pupils. I took in the moment and all the sensations that came with the moment. I tried to memorise the way Edward's bronze locks fell across his forehead and the way my cheek burned with an unparalleled energy as Edward's icy, porcelain skin came into contact with mine. I was so aware of Edward that I easily noticed the playful glint that entered his eyes.

"Besides, how am I going to solve the mystery of Audrey Darling if I can't spend any time with her?"

A grin formed on my face so easily, upon hearing Edward's playful remark, and, regardless of whether I was being selfish or not, I knew that I'd comply with his request. Edward withdrew his hand and looked at me with an amused grin.

"The Mystery of Audrey Darling… That makes me feel like the femme fatale in a film noir," I chuckled, raising an eyebrow as I fixed my ring that had slid up my finger.

"Ah… should I be worried where you procured that ring from, or, should I say, whom you procured that ring from?" Edward reached for and raised my right hand, as if wishing to examine the ring. While his words were good-humoured, his movements seemed very controlled.

What on earth is going through that mind of his?

I eyed him curiously before answering.

"Oh, Edward, I couldn't possibly tell you," I said, overdramatically, in an American accent, bringing my left hand to my cheek. "They'd never forgive me if I told you." Edward erupted into laughter at my antics and I joined in, also finding amusement at my lame attempt at a femme fatale impersonation. When our laughter died down, I answered Edward seriously.

"In answer to your question, I don't see why you should be worried." I paused and the grin that had found its way onto my face disappeared as past images clouded my mind's eye. "I procured it from my parents. Well, they gave it to me," I said wistfully. "It was a birthday present."

The tension that had appeared in Edward's movements seemed to instantly dissipate.

"I can understand why you wear it all the time," Edward spoke in a solemn tone and looked down at the ring again.

"What were you worried about?" I asked, unable to contain my curiosity when it came to his very recently eliminated rigidity. Edward's wide eyes instantly shifted to mine. When he didn't respond instantly, I raised a challenging eyebrow. Relenting, Edward gently removed his hand from mine and ran it through his disarray of brilliant, bronze hair.

"Observant," he said more to himself than to me, before sighing. I smiled at the human idiosyncrasy he'd retained. "I had wondered if a boyfriend had given you the ring," Edward admitted gradually, seemingly watching me for my reaction.

I couldn't help but laugh at the idea. I was reminded of what I'd shared with Mavis before I'd ended up in the Forks of Twilight.

"Sometimes I think there is a sign stuck above my head that only guys can see that warns them to stay away from me…"

Maybe I left that sign behind in Sydney.

I responded to Edward's comment honestly.

"Edward, no guys paid me any attention. Well, not until I came here." I glanced down and played with my fingers. "I just wish Newton would stop paying me attention," I huffed and then smiled, after returning my eyes to Edward and being greeted with a small grin.

"So, you're not opposed to boys, other than Newton, paying you attention?" Edward pursued. His eyes appeared bright and inquisitive.

I leant back and looked at Edward in astonishment.

"Would I still be sitting here, if that were the case?" I said slowly, with a smirk.

Edward stared at me with amusement plastered in his expression and addressed me in a slightly patronising tone.

"I think being a hundred and four years old takes me out of the boy category, don't you, Audrey?"

"Oh, forgive me," I responded quickly and sarcastically. "It's just… you look so good for your age," I smirked.

Edward rolled his tawny eyes. I shook with silent laughter at his expression. For some time, I didn't utter a syllable and just admired the masterpiece that was Edward's face. I was very aware of my chest vibrating with each heartbeat. Edward's eyes made me reflect on the happenings of the day and I was amazed at how one day could cause so many varying emotions and eventually leave me as content as I was now.

But is Edward content? You didn't exactly allow him to ask questions today.

"I can see your mind working behind your eyes. Please, tell me what you're thinking." Edward's velvet tones broke me out of my musings. I smiled up at him, tenderly, my neck hurting mildly from my lack of mobility in the confines of the car.

"Since you asked nicely…" I paused and ran a hand through my hair. "I was thinking that I hadn't really allowed you to ask me questions, like I'd agreed to."

Edward nodded at my admittance. I continued.

"I'll answer your questions, but would you mind interviewing me in the comfort of my home?" I queried, rubbing my neck. Before I could blink, my car door was being held open by Edward, whose hair and skin was covered in droplets of fresh rain, making him look all the more striking. After looking up at the sky, Edward shrugged off a brown leather jacket that I hadn't even registered him wearing. My eyes had been totally drawn to Edward's face. I watched with interest as Edward moved to rest the jacket on me, hesitating only before it touched my skin.

"May, I?" He indicated to the jacket and, with a slightly quizzical brow, I nodded.

The soft leather was cold, but it carried a scent so heavenly that I couldn't control my urge to surreptitiously sniff it. Instantly, my tense muscles relaxed as I drank in the scent that was all Edward.

"Would you allow me to carry you in, Audrey?" Edward's breath tickled my ear. I shivered before responding shakily.

"Sure."

Edward's strong arms delicately reached behind my back and knees and I was soon held close to Edward's chest and I felt at home, even before we had reached the front door. Before I could tell him to look in the pot plant for the key, Edward had already bent down to extract it and the door was quickly opened.

I couldn't draw my eyes away from Edward's face as he moved us towards the living area, the only sounds discernable being my breath and the now torrential rain hammering the surrounding forest and the roof of the house. Edward moved so fluidly that the floorboards didn't even squeak. He placed me on the couch as if I were a delicate antiquity. Brushing the hair out of my face, he spoke to me in a mellow voice.

"I'll give you a few seconds to prepare for the interview while I go and collect your things." He indicated to the window, where you could barely make out his car, parked in the driveway behind the waterfall of rain.

Offering him a thankful and understanding smile, Edward left the room and I indulged in the scent of his jacket once more.

Vanilla, honey, sandalwood… This is my type of aromatherapy.

"Are you comfortable?" Edward's voice echoed around the living room and I turned to see his usually copper hair damp and darkened by the rain. Whilst his normal hair colour was stunning, his current appearance was leaving me tongue tied.

Stop ogling him and answer the poor guy!

The logical part of my conscience urged me out of my stupor.

"I'm fine, Edward." I smiled, before offering Edward a seat. He moved to sit next to me on the couch, but not so close that we were touching. Mentally sighing in disappointment, I turned, lifting my legs carefully so that I could easily face Edward, whilst resting my neck on the back of the couch and relaxing my ankle. When I was comfortable, Edward addressed me.

"Are you ready, Miss Darling?"

I giggled.

"Are you ready, Mr. Cullen?"

-()-()-()-

Smelling the top I'd worn on Thursday one last time, I placed it in the washing machine. Collecting the basket with my sheets, I carefully walked through the kitchen to the hallway, where the stairs to my bedroom awaited me.

You can make it up those stairs, Audrey. Your ankle's fine.

Resolved to make it up the stairs, I moved forward and tucked the basket under one of my arms, so that I could place an arm on the railing for support.

Just take it a step at a time. The last thing you want is to injure your ankle when it's just healed.

I tentatively greeted the first step and was surprised at how easily my ankle was holding up.

Just keep going one step at a time…

As these words reverberated in my mind, my thoughts automatically drifted to reflections on the relationship between Edward and myself. There had been clear steps that had helped us reach the level of understanding that we currently had of each other. Our discussion, and Edward's resulting questions on Thursday, had been one such step. As he asked me about my likes and dislikes, I'd been very careful to be conscious of release dates of music and films. I couldn't help but think that Edward was trying to trip me up, whilst also satisfying his desire to know me better, but perhaps I was simply paranoid, after my mistake that morning.

Yeah, you can totally climb these stairs, Audrey. Charlie would not be impressed if he saw you right now, though.

When Charlie had arrived home on Thursday to see Edward and I chatting on the couch, his eyes had instantly met mine with a wry glint. Unknowingly to Charlie, Edward was very aware of our silent conversation. When he left soon after, with the promise to provide my transportation to school on Friday, and his own promise to me to visit later that evening, Edward grinned at me crookedly and indicated amusedly to Charlie as he was escorted out.

You never did ask Edward what Charlie had been thinking, but, then again, you didn't need to.

I paused in my ascent of the stairs and shook my head as I recalled Charlie's insinuating glances the past couple of nights. He hadn't spoken anymore of our conversation regarding Edward, but, with looks like that, he didn't have to speak. He knew I was getting his message and, to some extent, I was happy and appreciative that he seemed to have taken seriously my promise to tell him if Edward and I were any more than friends.

Content that my ankle had been well rested, I continued to make my way up the stairs. I sighed in relief when I reached the door to my room. Nudging it open with my side, I careful moved towards the unmade bed.

As I stared at the bed, my mind drifted to memories of Thursday night. Instantly, I felt slightly guilty. Whilst it felt so right to chat with Edward before I went to bed, it felt so wrong to do it under Charlie's unsuspecting nose. Then again, Charlie couldn't be made aware of everything. That just wasn't possible. Yet, it was possible to be honest with Charlie about my feelings for Edward and so I began planning how I would tell him tonight at dinner.

A strong wind rattled my closed window and I was reminded of why it had remained closed last night. Nothing bad had happened on Friday. In fact, things could only have been better if Rosalie hadn't have given me filthy glares every time our paths had crossed. As I'd sat on my bed on Friday evening, reflecting on my day, I'd wondered how many more days of my experience were left. This drew me to, yet again, extract The Book from the depths of my cupboard and eagerly scan the pages. Three digits had been my mind's constant companion ever since.

Two, five, three… 253 pages.

Two hundred and fifty-three pages until I could see my family again. Two hundred and fifty-three pages until I was ripped from another family. My heart ached for something that I had lost and wanted to regain and for something I had gained and the prospect of its loss.

Exhaling deeply, I walked towards the window and opened it. The wet wind whistled around my ears and tickled the bare branches of the sturdy tree before me. I let the rejuvenating, cool air hit my face. Closing my eyes, I could almost imagine Edward's palms against my cheek.

It's your time alone and all you can do is think about Edward… Then again, how much longer will you have with him?

Edward had picked me up on Friday and I'd answered more questions. It seemed as though he'd spent every moment while he was watching me sleep making a list of things to ask. Things that I thought were mundane were made to feel important in the mere seconds that they were discussed. When we'd arrived at school, the day seemed to fly by. Alice and Jasper both greeted me – much to my appreciation – and Emmett acted as if Thursday's run in with Rosalie hadn't occurred at all. Instead, he whispered chemistry jokes as we performed a titration. Utilising his Vampiric vision to obtain extremely accurate endpoints was vicariously enjoyable, knowing that I was cheating, if only a little – something I had never really done before. Before I could even leave the chemistry classroom, Edward had appeared by my side and had escorted me to the cafeteria. My Friday afternoon had been much like my Thursday afternoon, except, this time, Edward and I actually talked for most of it. Edward had decided to take discussions to another level as we'd sat at my kitchen table going over Biology homework.

-()-()-()-

"Audrey, what would you say to spending the afternoon with my family, tomorrow?" Edward's careful tone instantly attracted my attention and I looked up from my pages to meet his hopeful eyes. Edward was extremely still as he awaited my response and if I didn't know any better I'd say he was nervous.

"That depends," I said slowly. Edward inclined his head to the side and watched me intensely. "How's Rosalie's mood been and are we spending the afternoon on your turf or mine?" Edward scoffed and his stiff posture instantly dissolved.

"Rosalie will not be an issue," Edward said with great certainty, before raising his eyebrows. "And, where do you think?"

Edward's expression and tone told me in no uncertain terms that I was being invited to the Cullen residence. Instantly, I became giddy and a smile exploded across my face.

"Shall I bring the family around here for midday?" Edward queried, indifferently.

What?

My expression became one of bewilderment. I just stared at Edward's face.

Did I get the wrong idea? Doesn't he want me to visit his place?

My bewildered expression diminished as a smirk crept onto Edward's expression. He shook his head in amusement.

"Audrey, you're losing your touch. I thought you would have known that I was joking."

I huffed, crossed my arms across my chest and glared at Edward in a show of faux annoyance. He merely chuckled at my antics.

"I don't know everything," I spoke annunciating every syllable. "And even if that was an invitation to your beautiful, faded white, three-storey house in the middle of the forest, I don't know if I'd accept." Edward stared at me wide eyed – presumably from my accurate description of his residence - whilst I forced a look of indignation to my face, but it was soon broken when my lips quivered with laughter. Edward and my chuckles filled the kitchen.

"So, shall I pick you up at midday?" Edward asked, as our chuckles died down, brushing a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

"No," I responded quickly. Edward raised his eyebrows and looked at me with scepticism.

"How about eleven thirty?" I smirked. Edward reached over and pulled gently on the end of my ponytail. I was surprised, but enlivened by how carefree and light Edward was acting around me.

"Alright, eleven thirty, then." Edward's golden eyes bored into mine and my stomach fluttered. "As soon as Charlie gets home, I'll ask for his permission and, if he allows you to visit," – I rolled my eyes at the notion – "then I'll have to go and inform the family, since Alice won't be able to break the news to them," Edward explained rather smugly, inclining his head in my direction at the last part.

I performed an exaggerated sigh and looked up and shook my head. "I know. I'm such an inconvenience."

Although I was sure he recognised my sarcasm, Edward soon moved to place his hand on mine.

"You're not an inconvenience," he breathed ardently. "If anything, you're a puzzle," he mused. "How walking into a house filled with vampires doesn't frighten you, I will never know."

He always comes back to this, doesn't he?

"Ah… because I know that the said vampires have a tendency to follow an alternate lifestyle and diet that does not involve harvesting my blood for consummation and then, there is the fact that I think they like me. Well… most of them," I answered cheekily with a Cheshire grin.

Edward's face did not hold the cheerful expression that I had hoped for. His brow was puckered and his face was grave.

"We do our best to not give into temptation, Audrey. Please, don't become complacent when it comes to being around us."

Am I being complacent? Am I not concerned enough with what occurred in New Moon? No. Be aware, but show trust.

Edward released my hand and stood up as the sound of a car in the driveway filtered through into the kitchen. "Charlie's here. I won't be back tonight. The family will want to hunt before tomorrow. That is, if you still wish to come."

I reacted by standing and placing my hand on Edward's arm.

"I'm coming," I stated firmly, my manner like that of a businessman closing a deal. Edward looked deeply at me as if he were trying to understand the inner workings of my mind, before nodding his head in resignation. I smiled my satisfaction towards him, then took my seat and began looking at my Biology notes, once again. "Now, go and work your magic on Charlie."

"Yes Ma'am."

-()-()-()-

Edward had worked his magic on Charlie, who was extremely pleased to hear that his still injured niece would have company for the majority of his work day. Turning my back to the window, I glanced at the clock on my bedside table and noted the time.

Eleven fifteen… just enough time to make this bed and then you're all set.

I'd been so keyed up, this morning, when I'd thought of the day I had ahead of me, that I'd gotten dressed and ready as quickly as possible. I was thankful that I'd chosen to wear my black tights with a long deep green sweater dress and black, lace boots, because I was able to move very freely in them as I moved around the perimeter of the bed. Trying to tuck one of the sheets under the top corner of my mattress, I bumped the clock radio and grinned as an idea entered my thoughts. Moments later I was tuned into some pop radio station and blaring Summer Rain by Belinda Carlisle through the speakers. I danced and sang with no inhibitions as I made the bed and it felt wonderfully freeing and relaxing. My ankle didn't even ache from the excessive movement.

At eleven twenty-five, I'd moved down into the hallway, rather buzzed from my dance session and was waiting with my coat, sans crutches, for my dangerously gorgeous, vampire chauffer. At eleven thirty on the dot, there was a knock on the door and, in less than a heart-beat, I had the door wide open.

I gazed at the specimen before me, appreciatively. He wore jeans, a grey, long-sleeved t-shirt and the same jacket that he'd draped across my chest on Thursday. His copper hair was draped in its usual, but splendid, unkempt fashion and his eyes shone bright gold as they appeared to appraise me. He was handsome, but what made him all the more attractive was that I knew he was beautiful on the inside too.

"Hi," his velvety voice greeted, making my skin tingle.

"Hi," I whispered, grinning and feeling my ears heat.

"Are you ready to go?" Edward inquired. I answered by moving to stand beside him outside, before closing and locking the door. As I was doing so, Edward's voice scolded rather than questioned me.

"No crutches?"

"No." I answered, producing a cloud with my warm breath and then began making my way to the immaculate Silver Volvo.

Edward was in front of me in a flash, his eyes looking at me admonishingly as he opened the passenger door.

"Edward, will you stop looking at me like that! It was a grade one sprain – only minor. You should know that. You've been to medical school," I reasoned, softly.

Edward chuckled dourly to himself, before helping me into the car.

I sat back comfortably in my seat and breathed in the scent of the car, as Edward made his way to the driver's side.

"Your knowledge never ceases to amaze me," Edward mused as he reversed out of the drive and onto the road. I just smiled and settled back in my seat as Edward took the car, at a reasonable pace, towards the 101 Highway. He seemed to grin amusedly to himself, before extending a finger towards the radio. I sat bolt upright with wide eyes when the opening notes of Summer Rain filled the car. My cheeks flamed as I considered the likelihood of the song coming up by sheer coincidence. Any ideas of that were squashed when Edward's amused voice carried above the music.

"Repeat performance?"

I peered up into his jovial, twinkling eyes.

"Not on your… existence, Edward," I breathed out, fiercely, but embarrassed. I smiled, abashedly, when Edward's chuckles melded into the music. Eventually, I joined in, finding amusement in the situation.

"Well, I've given you two performances now," I chimed in and instantly my mind began to try and work the situation to my advantage.

"Two performances?" Edward raised a questioning eyebrow.

"I thought you were supposed to have a perfect memory," I quipped, grinning mischievously. "You listened to me play Moonlight Sonata."

Edward offered me a sideways glance as he steered the car so easily and smoothly along the bends in the road.

"Yes, I did," he admitted, slowly.

I shifted in my seat.

"Well, then, I think it's time you gave me a recital, don't you?"

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Well, a big day at the Cullens' next chapter and some progress in the Edward and Audrey relationship.

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