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Chapter 19


Would it work the second time around? –

"I'm Emmett," the muscled male chuckled, "And sorry midget, I'd crush you if I shook your hand."

– No such luck apparently.

Harry dropped her hand, amused though she probably shouldn't have been.

"Is the not shaking hand an American thing?" she began flippantly, "Or a family thing?"

Something in Rosalie's eyes and Emmett's grin sharpened, if not minutely.

"Who knows?" Emmett replied with a shrug of his bulky shoulders.

Such a non-answer.

"Anyway, my Jeep needs a tune-up," he remarked as he tossed his car keys her way. "You up for it?"

Harry raised a brow even as catching the keys in one hand. "Rosalie is quite proficient with cars, why not ask her?"

What he would say to that, Harry wondered.

Without even batting an eye, Emmett threw a hand over his companion's shoulder, bringing her closer to him.

"I'm just supporting my girl's best friend," he teased.

Harry raised both brows at this and glanced over at Rosalie, whom elbowed Emmett in his rib cage, not that the male seemed bothered by it.

The could-be-model didn't seem the type to be best friends with someone after so short a time. Nevertheless, Harry decided to play along.

"Why Rosalie, I'm flattered," she smiled, making a show of placing a hand over her heart. "To know that you think so highly of me."

Rosalie scoffed lightly. "Don't get a swell head mate," she mimicked Harry's earlier words.

"Those words didn't come from me," she denied.

Oh?

"Then who?"

When Rosalie looked away defiantly, Harry looked to Emmett, who had been looking on with nothing short of amusement.

"Cheerful fellow, isn't he?" Harry mused.

Emmett's grin never faded.

"Let's just say that a little pixie told us so."

Hmm, so she was a topic of discussion for at least three members of the Cullen family. Harry wondered exactly what Rosalie had told her family about her.

Harry cleared her throat. "Well in any case, I'd be happy to work on your Jeep."

With that Harry moved towards her service cart and brought it to stop before the Jeep Rubicon (A fitting vehicle for the hulk-sized man).

Harry paused and turned around to address the only blonde in the garage. "Come now Rose," she tutted, "You're not going to leave me to work on this behemoth myself are you?"

Aforementioned blonde scoffed, even as she made her way over to the car.

"You're the mechanic," she told her irritatingly, rolling up her sleeves nonetheless. Harry grinned, glanced at a beaming Emmett, before she turned her attention to the Jeep.

However, had Harry not looked away at that moment, she would have noticed Emmett's gaze being drawn elsewhere.

She'd have noticed him crouching down to the floor to reach for a piece of slim, polished wood.


Word Count: 470

A/N: I personally think that Emmett can be subtle if he wants to be (if you don't get what I mean, wait a few drabbles).

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