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CHAPTER 44 - OUTTAKES AND FUTURETAKE TEASERS

Wild Outtake Teaser – Rosalie and Emmett Meet

RPOV

Deep in thought and lost in memories, I approach a stand of trees beside the path. There are a couple of picnic tables and bench seats on the grassy area by the woods. They are usually occupied by dogwalkers giving their charges a drink and a rest, or by a group of young mothers with strollers and toddlers. But not this evening... no, tonight, it's a group of young men. They've got cases of beer, and they're loud, roughhousing. Alarm bells go off in my head as I look around, glancing over my shoulder, and realize there's nobody else within visible range. Shit.

I slow down, thinking I should turn right here and hightail it back to my car. But then I remember what it was like when I was a teenager, and how frustrating it was when an adult made a judgement about me and my friends just because we were gathered together and having fun. No, I tell myself, I won't be that person. There's no reason to assume anything bad about these teens. They probably couldn't care less about my presence here at all. I'll just run right by.

"Hey there, beautiful! Are you here all alone?" A guy in a dark hoodie starts toward me, dangling a bottle of beer from his hand. "You wanna drink?"

"No, thanks." I answer as another guy jumps in my path. I stop abruptly to avoid a collision.

"That's a nice ass, blondie... and nice tits too. Why don't you flash 'em for us?"

Fuck. "Look guys, I just want to finish my run and go home, okay?" My voice is trembling and I think they can smell my fear. When I hear footfalls, I turn my head and several more young men in hoodies are walking quickly toward me from the direction of the picnic tables.

"You're pretty, blondie. Why don't you show us a good time? We've got beer."

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Wild Outtake Teaser – Edward and Alice Shop for Bella's Birthday Gift

APOV

"Yeah. There are a few really nice pieces in that colour. I can't decide. I mean, the grill pan is dead useful, and everyone needs a saucier. And then there's the Dutch oven... and the skillet. And look, they've also got a stock pot and kettle, and dessert ramekins, and these holder-canister kind of things. Jeez, Alice, I want her to have it all."

"So get it." He's got about a thousand dollars worth of merchandise picked out... that's a nice birthday gift.

"Yeah, but I was also thinking about getting her a good knife set and sharpening steel. Of course, there is Christmas to think about..." What? Cheater!

"Edward Anthony Masen Cullen! Mom and Dad, Rose and Em, and Jasper and I have all stuck to the Cullen Christmas philosophy of no personal gifts – only charity! You can't break that tradition. Bella understands that." I feel bad for causing that deflation of his excitement, but damn-it, he's got to play by the rules!

"Fine..." he shrugs, "I'll get them as an engagement gift."

I have an idea.

"You know, Edley, Mom mentioned that she and Dad were wondering what to get for Bella... and so were Em and Rose. How about you let all of us give her this Le Creuset collection as a group gift, and you could look into the knife set. And who knows... you might see something later that you want to get as an engagement or even wedding gift for her."

"Huh... you might be on to something there, Ali-cat." He's nodding, scanning over the cookware again.

"But... are you sure you want to get her knives, Edward? Isn't it sort of... um... impersonal?"

His eyes pop wide as he regards me incredulously. "Not to a chef!"

"Oh! Well... of course not... what was I thinking?" Rolling his eyes at me, he pulls out his phone and opens his browser.

"I know just the place to go, too. I'm going to get her a one of a kind professional set, unique and hand-forged by a Japanese artisan. There are chefs who would kill for a knife set like that."

I leave him to his phone for a minute and step over to the counter, asking the clerk to package up what we've picked out.

I smile as I return to him. "Bella is one lucky girl, my brother."

"I'm the lucky one, Alice." Then he puts his phone away and looks up at me. "Hey, have I ever properly thanked you for bringing Bella to my life? Because I owe you, Tinkerbell, big time."

"Not in so many words, but I know. You don't have to say anything else. Hey, can you imagine if I had told you six months ago that by Labour Day you'd be head-over-heels in love and engaged? You'd have had me committed!"

He winks at me and grins. "Or just laughed my ass off... for days."

The clerk calls me over and I pay for the purchase, then she has a stock boy help us carry out the ridiculously heavy cookware and load it into the back of the Cayenne.

As Edward pulls out into traffic, I sigh. "It's amazing where life can take us, Edward; in the blink of an eye all the pieces of our existence can be thoroughly shaken into a new arrangement, letting us see things differently, accommodating... more."

We come to a top at an intersection and he glances over at me, the emotion thick in his eyes. "I want to have kids with her, Alice."

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Wild Outtake Teaser – Halloween in Hawaii

BPOV

Lifting the glass to my lips, I stiffen when I feel a hot, hard body press up against my back. Maintaining my composure, I take a sip of my drink - it's passable, but barely - and ignore the intrusive male who is standing closer than any social graces would permit.

Refusing to be intimidated by this rogue, I toss my hair back over my shoulder, my five-inch heels allowing me to whip him across the face. A deep chuckle and his hot breath on my neck are my rewards.

"Oh, Senorita... you really shouldn't have done that." His deep growl warns me too late as his hands grab my hips and pull them back against his impressive erection. "I think you should show a little appreciation for the man who followed you here tonight... who would follow you anywhere."

Laughing derisively, I turn to face my Zorro.

"And how do I know who you really are? You're masked... albeit, your eyes are a familiar colour."

He chuckles again and reaches for my hand, bringing it forward and placing it on the front of his pants. I grasp his cock and squeeze.

"And how about that, Senorita... is that familiar?" His eyes are burning now, piercing.

I give him the most seductive smile I can muster. In a deep, husky voice, I reply, "Well, well, well... it is. Very familiar."

Pulling me against him, Zorro reaches around my waist. His long arms, wrists and fingers, combined with my high heels, means he doesn't even have to extend to grab my ass. And grab it he does. I relish the feel of his firm grip on my backside and his hard arousal pressed into my belly.

I regard him with a raised eyebrow, then look pointedly at the drink in my hand.

"Drink. All of it... now."

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Wild Futuretake Teaser

April 1, 2011 – BPOV

Okay. Pee on the stick. That's easy, right? Nope, not so much.

Why the hell can't I pee? I just got up for god's sake. I should be peeing!

Dottie brought this pregnancy test to me at the restaurant yesterday evening. She advised me to wait until morning, even though the test says it can be done anytime. She said morning pee is the best for pregnancy tests. I figure she would know – she's had five kids.

I need to relax. Oh! Maybe some running water will help. I step over to the sink and turn the faucet on to a trickle and return to the toilet. Okay. Dripping water... running water... streams... rivers... waterfalls... ahhh. There we go.

I lay the little stick gently on the counter and pick up the instructions. TWO MINUTES? How will I last TWO goddamned minutes? Fuck.

Pacing the washroom, I count slowly to sixty, then repeat it.

Finally. Okay. Alright...

I pick up the little stick and look at the results window.

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A/N: The above snippets are teasers for my contributions to The Fandom for Leukemia and Lymphoma Society. I will also be including several recipes from Wild. The fandom's compilation will be available for purchase in early October – link on my profile. I hope you will support this worthwhile cause.
I'd like to take this opportunity to extend a heartfelt thanks to my amazing husband, banner maker and beta, shockwav, and to my wonderful readers and reviewers... you are each and every one so very special. Your support has been tremendous and I will be forever grateful for the enormous boost to my confidence you have provided.