A/N: Looking back over my notes, I realized Songster did look at the first few chapters. And Di graciously offered her beta services. I had a few other offers. Thank you so much! I'm sorry I didn't respond personally. I had good intentions. You know what they say about intentions….

Let's see what our bud Bob is up to.

Not that Bella is looking… Hehhehe.

"Oh, so, let me catch you up on the latest," Jacob said as Bella stumbled into the kitchen.

She narrowed her eyes, blinking at him before deciding she wouldn't care what the hell he was talking about until she had some coffee in her. She lurched in the direction of the counter, automatically forgiving her friend for whatever nonsense he was about to babble because the coffee pot was full. She took a deep breath. Ah. Strong coffee. Bliss.

"Bella," Jacob said.

Bella only grunted. She reached into the cabinet and grabbed the first coffee cup her hand touched. She poured in her favorite creamer, a packet of Sweet-N Low, and finally, the life-giving coffee. She closed her eyes, took a long, careful sip, and tucked the cup against her chest.

With one more deep breath, she opened her eyes. Almost instantly, her gaze focused on a figure across the backyard. A tingle of awareness tickled down her spine, waking her up more fully than the coffee had.

It was the construction worker she'd first seen several days ago—the one with the beard and the hair and the eyes.

The eyes that turned away from the man he'd been talking to toward her and widened as they looked not at her face but lower. At her chest? He looked away quickly, his posture tense, and then strode over to one of the other men without a backward glance.

Bella furrowed her brow. She had a horrifying thought that maybe she'd forgotten to put a top on, or maybe her pajama top was open, or…

She looked down and gasped, bringing her free hand to cover the coffee cup she held and turning her back to the window to prevent further damage.

Bella shared the house with three other people—Jacob, Maggie, and her daughter Ciara. All three of the adults in the home had an unhealthy coffee cup obsession; the kitchen shelves were full to bursting. Jacob had said that Ciara might be a baby, but that didn't mean she should be left out, and he'd bought her a coffee cup he thought she might appreciate even at her age.

It was flesh colored and shaped like a breast. With a nipple. That you could drink out of.

And Bella had been holding it, nipple forward, facing the window.

"So!"

Jacob's loud voice made her jump. The grin on his face told Bella he'd seen everything.

"The company is called Cullen and Crew, right?" Jacob said conversationally, though he continued to grin his most obnoxious grin. "It's owned by brothers—Emmett and Edward. Don't quote me on this, but I think Daddy..." He pointed at the man Bella had inadvertently flashed with ceramic boobs. She grabbed his finger and yanked it down. He only grinned wider. "...is one of the Cullen brothers. I'm just saying, he's one of the only ones who look old enough to own a business."

His smile turned more angelic, his eyes dancing. "Though, regardless, he might be the statistical one. If boobs scare him that much, I might have a chance."

A/N: Bloops!