A/N: Beta'd by the one and only... Midnight Cougar.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters... I just make them do what I want... Please don't sue.
Summary: When Edward Cullen is hired to work on heartbroken writer Isabella Swan's house, will he end up fixing a lot more than just her house?
18.
Bella was standing in the hallway when Edward came downstairs; she'd put on a black hooded sweatshirt over her T-shirt. She looked good enough to eat, and Edward had to admit Emmett might have a point, even if he was a total brat.
Edward always fell for the girls he couldn't have, or the ones who were bad news.
Bella might actually be a bit of both, given the state she was in when he met her. So, he studiously ignored the little voice at the back of his mind that wanted to take care of the obviously lost writer.
"It's a good thing you're driving," Bella said introspectively, as they walked toward the truck. "I've been drinking so much lately, I'm probably still drunk."
Edward winced. There was so much hurt and self-loathing in Bella's voice. "So... he left?" he asked. He'd assumed that was what had happened as soon as the ghoul that was Bella had opened the door.
"Yeah," Bella said, sliding into the passenger seat of Edward's truck. "Found someone else."
"I'm sorry," Edward said softly, and he meant it. He knew what it was like to have his heart trampled on.
Bella shrugged. "It's life, I suppose. It's been too easy up until now. It was time I got my share of the bad times."