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?
26.
Bella turned to look at him as they pulled out of the parking lot and onto the road. She told Edward to follow the road south for now. "Really? 'Cause I'm looking to sell."
Edward's eyes flickered over to her for just a second, not wanting to look away from the road for too long. "You serious?"
Bella just shrugged and looked out of the window. "I dunno. I'm not sure I can live in it on my own, not without wondering what my life could have been like. Besides, I'll be like a guppy in a shark tank, in there. All I need is a bed, a couch, and a desk."
Edward chuckled. "Yeah, I suppose."
"You can always think about it," Bella said. "I mean, if you can't afford to buy it, maybe you could rent it."
Edward smiled fleetingly. "Yeah, I suppose."
"So, um... I should have warned you that there's a forty-five minute drive to my mom's. That okay?"
"Yeah, sure," Edward said, secretly happy to be spending more time with her. It was stupid, but the girl was irresistible.
They talked about all and nothing on the way, conversation flowing smoothly between them. It was weird how they just took to each other—after half an hour they were basically finishing each other's sentences. Edward hadn't experienced anything like it since kindergarten, at least not in this way. Sure, he'd experienced instant attraction a couple of times, but this wasn't really attraction, it was more like instant comfort, or friendship.