A/N: I've said it before... but I don't mind saying it now... I love my readers! You're the best! You make this all worth it!

To my awesome team of ladies: TeamPattinon, CullensTwiMistress and fanfichardcore.. thanks for making this pretty!

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or even Edward... just this story about love on a bus! So ready to see what Bella's been thinking? Enjoy!

25

BPOV

All day I am freaking out that I have been flirting with Rose's husband. Angela's words ring in my ears and I begin to panic. It would be just my luck that I am flirting with a married man.

But wait! Sex hair doesn't have a ring. I've seen it. Or the lack of a ring. It doesn't make sense.

I twirl my hair as I ponder deep thoughts. I turn to look out my window to the beautiful skyline. Sex hair doesn't have a ring. I have stared at his left hand enough to see. Yet, that doesn't have to mean he isn't married. There are some men that don't wear rings, right?

Plus, if sex hair is married, he wouldn't be flirting with me, right? Unless he is the cheating type. No, Rose wouldn't tolerate that shit. She is one tough cookie and there is no way she would allow her husband to cheat. Unless, Rose doesn't know.

I groan in frustration with the millions of thoughts and arguments running through my head. There are no answers simply because I know nothing. Suddenly I feel stupid for even thinking that I could do this flirting shit. I mean, I am sure that I am doing it wrong and top of that, it's with a married man!

I am so lost to my thoughts that I jump when I feel a hand on me. I whip around to see Angela with an alarmed look.

"Oh, hey Angela. Sorry, I was thinking, you scared me."

"I can see that. I came by because Rose wants us to come to her office." She steps back, waiting for me to compose myself.

I cringe inwardly, worried that my guilt for flirting with Rose's husband is written all over my face. I follow Angela and resist her attempts at making conversation. She knocks on the closed door to the office. When we get the okay to enter, we do and I can't meet Rose's eyes.

I scan her office, desperate for anything that will either prove or disprove my rising guilt.

"Ok, I am getting right to it. Our team landed one of the new authors and I want you two to work together on it. Do you want it?" She looks at us both with a huge smile on her face. I know that she worked hard to get this opportunity for us.

We both nod, excitedly. "Yes, please." I say. "Can't wait," replies Angela.

"Good! Come over here so you can see what I am thinking." We move to her side of the desk and she goes over her ideas for the series of books she wants the author to write. After a few minutes, I realize that she isn't going to call me out for flirting with her husband and I relax.

Just as we wrap up our discussion, I notice a picture frame on her desk. I can see that she is with a tall guy, but I can't see his hair or enough of his face to determine if its sex hair or not.

"Who is that?" I ask while pointing to the picture.

Her face softens as she smiles, "It's my husband, Emmett." She picks up the picture and hands it to me. My face breaks out in a huge smile.

It's NOT sex hair!

"That was taken on our honeymoon in Hawaii." I hand the picture back to her.

"You guys make a great couple." She smiles and blushes.

I leave her office feeling lighter, the guilt is gone and it's replaced with a fierce determination to make sure sex hair knows I'm the best thing for him.

But to do that, I need help, and I know just the person.

When I get back to my desk, I pick up my phone. I hear it ring and my knee starts to bounce. When the other ends picks up, I don't let them speak.

"Alice, I need your help."

A/N: Ahh so she know's sex hair is not married to Rose and she is ready to go get her man! For those of you who did not catch my hint on Thursday, they meet next week.. and they talk... face to face... it is happening.. are you ready? Go hit the review button.. you know you want to.. you know I need you to! Do it! lol... *mwah*