BPOV

It's noon, and I'm watching the driver load my stuff into the trunk of the town car before he opens the back door, and I slide in. I send Alice a text, complaining that they could have at least rented us a limo, and she tells me to fuck off and behave.

"We'll stop to pick up Mr. Cullen, and then we'll be on the road. I'll give you both an ETA once we get going."

"Thanks," I say, pulling my phone out of my purse and shooting off a text to Edward. Because I'm nice like that.

I scroll through my contacts, selecting a picture of Barty Crouch Jr. and creating a message.

The driver just picked me up. We should be there in like 10 minutes.

I'm ready for this to be over.

I roll my eyes and drop my phone back into my purse and pull out my book instead. The drive takes about an hour on a good day, so I'm going to tune most of it and Edward out. A few minutes later, we stop in front of his place, and he climbs into the car as the driver finishes loading up.

Edward doesn't even look at me as he greets me. "Satan."

"Douchebag." I continue reading as the driver guides us onto the freeway, and once we've been moving for about twenty minutes or so, he gives us an arrival time.

"Are you going to read the entire time?"

I glance over at Edward and shrug. "Do you mean the entire drive or the entire week?" I smirk when he frowns. "I can't focus on the road right now. I get carsick on this drive."

"Ugh, you're gonna puke on me, aren't you?" He slides closer to the door, and I snicker.

"Well, that would just be a bonus for me, but let's hope not." I hold up my book, waving it a little, and go back to reading before he starts trying to talk again.

I'm closing in on the second to last chapter when the driver slows, coming to a stop in front of a gorgeous asymmetrical A-frame overlooking a rushing creek with large geometric windows and a large, wraparound deck.

"Holy shit." We're both a little awed by the beauty around us as we climb out of the car, and the driver unloads everything.

"Enjoy your stay. I'll be back to pick you up next Sunday at noon."

We walk up to the front door, finding the lockbox with the house keys, and let ourselves in as he leaves. Edward enters before me but stops dead in his tracks, causing me to bump into him.

"Move, jerk." I push around him, looking up, and realizing why he stopped.

This place is phenomenal. Exposed wood and beams create a rustic backdrop for the modern furniture carefully arranged inside. As we wander through the cabin, I can see an updated kitchen that's still at least five or six years old with its Formica countertops and stainless steel appliances, a fully updated and modern bathroom, and a breathtaking view out the back. It's sparsely decorated, but what is there has obviously been carefully chosen for its aesthetic value, and I'm so disappointed that I have to share this with the man standing beside me.

"Dibs on that first room," Edward tells me and disappears into a bedroom with a queen bed and a skylight.

I grab my duffle, making my way to the second bedroom, and depositing it onto the bed. I have a queen as well and a large window overlooking the creek. I kick off my sneakers and pull my slippers out of my bag, sliding them on and heading back to the entryway to stock my wine and bourbon into the kitchen.

As I'm inspecting the pantry, I hear Edward shuffle out. "There's no TV."

"Really? That sucks." I try to hide my smirk, but it's hard. I know there's a hockey game tonight, and he wanted to watch it.

"I brought my iPad, but the Wi-Fi seems spotty." He leans against the counter and sighs. "This is gonna be a long week."

"I would say you could grab a bike and head into town, but it looks like it's starting to rain." I point out the window, and Edward laughs humorlessly.

"How much bourbon did you bring?"

I cock an eyebrow at him. "Not enough for both of us."

"Bella …" He's whining and, good God, it's so unattractive. "Share with me. We're supposed to be nice to each other."

"Ugh, fine. I'll share." I brought enough, trust me. "But you have to make us dinner tonight." His jaw drops as I walk out of the kitchen. "I think I'll go finish my book." I give a saccharine sweet smile. "Did I see a hammock in the loft?"

Edward looks dumbfounded as I leave him to fend for himself, something I know is way out of his comfort zone. Maybe this week won't be so bad after all.