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Edward Cullen/forms a plan
"Tell me the truth," I say after Bella ends the call. "Are you using me to get to Emmett? Because you haven't met Rosalie yet, but I can tell you that she's not above murder when it comes to her man."
I'm not joking.
Rosalie really loves the big guy ... a lot.
She's a biology major so she'd probably get away with it.
"Of course, I am. It has nothing to do with your personality and devastatingly handsome face." Bella smiles.
Why did she have to go and make that stupid fucking rule?
I want to ask her who's place is closer and take care of the problem I overheard her whining about.
Instead, we part ways, and I make a few calls.
One of the perks of living in a college town is that people scramble to pull favors for anyone who plays sports for the university.
A couple of hours later, I have everything in place and send Bella a text message.
Dress warmly. I'm picking you up at seven.
Stop bossing me around.
Can't wait.