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Chapter 19
Edward
"Yo, man. Your cell's going off."
Sam holds it out to me, swinging it back and forth between his fingers.
A day to go until I'm skating for gold and I'm so tense my jaw hurts. I love it and I hate it: the thrill, the adrenaline. I'll be better when Bella's here, I think, so I can kiss the shit out of her and maybe work off some tension in this kick-ass bed.
But mostly, I just want to be a pussy and hold her close, tell her I love her. The kind of sappy shit Sam was ripping on me for last night when he overheard us.
I grab my cell off him, sitting down on the edge of the bed, eyebrows raising as I scan through a load of missed calls from unknown numbers; none of which are Bella. There's nothing from her saying that she's home or that she remembers last night, and it's been hours. I'm guessing she's at work and now she can't text because of douchebag Mike, or something.
As soon as I've tossed my cell back on the bed it goes off again.
Emmett this time.
"Edward?"
He sounds weird, like he's talking through cotton wool.
"Yeah, man, what's up?"
There's a heavy pause. His breathing all wrong, my blood running cold as I hear a muffled cry in the background.
And with four words... everything implodes.