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Edward Cullen/remembers the agenda
"So, where are we going?"
How can she sound so laid-back when she lives like that?
I'd rather she be a slob, if I'm being completely honest.
I can work around a mess.
But this ...
I need to remember my plan.
"Monroe's," I reply.
Bella's eyes bug.
"How in the hell did you manage to get a reservation at Monroe's? One of Alice's 'friends' has been trying for months, and I'm pretty sure he's loaded."
I shrug.
"Football has a lot of pull in this area. Our scout has an ongoing reservation. I played the pity card, and Jasper was more than happy to put us on the list."
"Well, thanks, Jasper."
Monroe's is fancy as fuck.
I remember when Whitlock took my family there while he was trying to convince me to sign my contract a little over four years ago.
I hand the valet my keys.
He tells me I played a hell of a game and that he's sorry my career is over.
"S'cool. I got something pretty great out of that game." I nod to Bella.