Chapter 29
"Where to?" He questions as he opens the car door for me.
"I'm guessing that you're hungry?" I question when he makes his way around and into the car. Emmett had made enough food for the four of us, but I had declined the offer, not wanting to stay around and hear the jokes being made by that oaf. Thankfully, Edward hadn't tried to change my mind. I'm too afraid to ask just what he and Emmett had been discussing while I was getting ready with Rosalie's help in the other room.
"Starving," he responds.
"What are you in the mood for?" I question.
"I'm not picky."
"We could go to Glo's," technically it's still breakfast for us and it's really good. Plus I knew he would enjoy it. "You should experience it before you go back home," I add and I want to take the words back as soon as a see his smile vanish.
"Just lead the way," he replies. The car ride is spent with me giving directions and avoiding eye-contact.
Thankfully, the morning crowd seems to have come and gone once we arrive to the restaurant and we're seated as soon as we walk in. I pick up the menu, not really browsing through it, already knowing what I'm going to order. I take a glance across from me at Edward. He's too engrossed in the menu to notice my stare. I take advantage.
Why is this man so interested in me? What could I possibly possess to keep him wanting to stay married to me? How could I possibly be enough for someone as handsome as him? All these questions rush through my mind as I stare at the very complicated, interested, crazy man in front of me.
I look away when our waiter stops by and asks us for our drinks. Edward is ready to order so we put our orders in as well. The waiter leaves and promises to come back with our drinks soon.
I direct my attention back at Edward, but he's already staring at me. I smile, but I'm not sure if that's how it comes across; I'm still puzzled by the thoughts running through my head. I try to think of a good place to start the conversation.
"So that house you're staying at-?"
"You mean the one you showed up to last night?" he interrupts, his smile back in place.
"Yes."
"What about it?"
"How did you come across it?" I don't know why my voice comes out sounding so formal.
"A friend of mine owns it," he responds just as formal. The way he doesn't elaborate makes me wonder if it's a female friend.
"A friend from Vegas?" I question further.
"Yes," he responds.
Well that's convenient. What are the odds of a friend owning property in the city the stranger you married lives in? Another question to add to my jumbled mind.
"And the car?"
"It's a rental."
The waiter comes by and places our drinks in front of us. I drop the conversation.
I look around the restaurant trying to find something to capture my attention, but it's useless I've been here too many times to know that the restaurant hasn't changed at all in these last couple of years.
"Bella?" Edward questions. I direct my attention to him. He stretches his arm out and reaches for my hand on top of the table. He taps on the back-side of my hand and my hand opens. He turns my hand over and starts tracing the lines on my palm. I shiver.
"I know we haven't really had time to discuss what happened your last night in Vegas. It seems like every time we're close to one another we seem to get distracted," he pauses and looks up from my hand. I start to blush. He chuckles and continues. "If you have any questions about that night you can ask."
I feel my teeth sinking into my bottom lip. I have so many questions from that night.
"I remember everything up to a certain point from that night." I start to say and pause to look at him. He's too busy with my palm still. "You showed up to the club after Jasper called to invite you and we were sitting down- talking. But then suddenly we're dancing."
He nods his head.
"I don't remember much afterwards. We must have left the club?" I question. He looks up, but doesn't let go of my hand.
"We were dancing, but then you decided that you needed another drink. I knew by then that you had had more than enough. I kept taking your drinks away from you. We went to sit back down with Jasper and Rosalie, and you were mumbling all these incoherent things."
I nod my head, already knowing who I was talking about that night.
"I told Jasper that it was time we walked you girls up to your room, but then Rosalie declared that she was too hungry to go to sleep. We were only supposed to go for a bite to eat."
"But we ended up at a chapel?" I question bewildered.
He shrugs his shoulders and I'm confused as to how he can take the mistake of our marriage so casually.
I untangle my hand from his and place them on my lap.
"Edward you told before that you weren't drunk that night. That means that you knew what you were doing when you married me."
"I did."
"I'm finding it hard to understand why you would marry a stranger while having full consciousness."
"I know what I want and I wanted you."
I shake my head as I look down at the table. "That's not why you married me."
"What do you want me to say, Bella? What would make sense to you?"
"That first day you came to the apartment you told me that you made me a promise that night in Vegas."
Now it's him who's looking around the restaurant, trying to find something in the walls to get lost in.
I reach out and grab his hand. His bright green eyes focus back on me-well more at my hand that has his tangled with mine.
"Tell me what you promised me, Edward." Now his eyes meet mine. I feel like I'm waiting forever to hear his response, when in actuality it couldn't have been more than a minute.
"I promised to show you how good the right kind of man can be to you."
