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Emmett POV.

I sat in Rosalie's office thinking about how eventful the last 9 or so nights had been and yet how uneventfully the last 10 days or so had been since the break in. I wonder if they'll get rid of that security guy…that keeps eyeing up my Rose…if he thinks that I haven't noticed…I calmed myself down as my beauty walked through the door.

"Hey baby, what's with the face?" she asked me sounding curious as she sat on my lap.

"Nothing much, just thinking about how sleazy that security guy is" I answered truthfully as I wrapped my arms around her waist and lay my head on her back.

She typed away for a few minutes before asking in a mocking tone, "Are you getting jealous?"

I smiled into her back, then kissed the nape of her neck before answering, "What if I am?" I held back a groan as she wiggled her butt on my lap.

"If you were jealous…I'd advise you to tell me…" she said smiling as she leant herself back against my chest, pulling my arms around her waist even tighter.

I gave an animated sigh before I whispered, "Okay…you got me, I'm jealous." I kissed the side of her neck after my admission and then sat silently as I expected an onslaught of jokes or teasing words.

Instead, she turned her head, and smiled. She touched her lips to mine then muttered against them, "I think it's hot…you getting jealous."

I needed no more prompting. I crashed my lips to hers, and kissed her the best I could while running my hands hungrily up her perfect thighs. She soon got up and turned around to sit on my lap, facing me. Her laughter flittered around the room in amusement as I impatiently pulled her closer to me, wanting to feel all of her.

As our breathing got more laboured from our fervent kissing, I could feel Rosalie's hands working at my shirt, pulling the buttons free from their loops. Until we heard a knock on the door. Ohhh come on! Give me a break! I begged in my mind as Rosalie kissed me quickly on my nose and slid away to the door.

"Jack's here…just thought you'd like to know" the gruff voice came from the door. Damn that security guy! He's not her PA! I fumed in my seat with my head in my hands as Rosalie thanked him for letting her know. I heard her close the door; I presumed that she'd gone out.

"I'm sorry…but we can pick up where we left off tonight" I heard her seductive voice from the door. I looked up to her, smiling excitedly as she opened the door to leave. She blew me a kiss, looking like a hotter version of Marilyn Monroe. I heard her tinkling laugh once again after I pretended to catch the kiss in an extravagant show.

I stretched in my seat, and crossed off a few advertisements on the computer before I headed to Rose and Jack for lunch. After filling my stomach up, I headed to the sink to wash up while Rose said goodbye to Jack.

"Damn" I muttered as the tap handle fell off, leaving hot water to course through the pipes to the sink freely. "Rose come here quick!" I called at her loudly, hoping that she's heard me.

"What?! I'll be there in a minute! I'm saying goodbye to Jack" she called back.

Uhhh-ohhh spageti-oes! The water was getting hotter, steaming around me, making it hard for me to handle. "Rose get here now!" I called impatiently as I burned my hand on the scalding water.

"Fine…this better be good!" I could hear the annoyance in her voice as she came towards me. "What have you done now?" I heard the joking in her voice as she came in the door and watched me struggle.

I had opened my mouth, ready for a scathing retort when a sudden 'BANG' stopped me, dumbfounded. My hands dropped in shock as my eyes stayed zeroed in on Rosalie's eyes. She stood still, the colour in her face fading fast leaving her as white as a ghost, her eyes wide open in surprise and her mouth slightly open in the shape of an 'O', letting out a small, yet audible gasp.

I ran as fast as I could to her as I watched her sway on the spot. I reached her in time to hold her to me before her legs gave from beneath her. "Go…I don't think I can…" I heard her whisper in my ear as she clung onto my shoulders. I looked back to her face and followed her gaze to the door.

I complied to her wish and gently let her down, to sit on the floor while I went outside to check the damage.

The security guard was on his knees next to Jack who was sprawled out on the floor, looking shaken, but otherwise alert as he began muttering a string of profanities under his breath.

"Jack…what happened?" I asked as I crouched down beside him, helping him to sit up. I could hear the security guard talking to the emergency services operator, requesting an ambulance.

Gently rubbing the back of his head and his hip, Jack spoke up, sounding shaken, "It was that bloody trash can" he accused, pointing a shaky finger at it. He sighed as I followed his line of vision. The trash can looked like someone had set fireworks off in it. The surrounding area was all black with smoke and littered with bits of litter which still burned in embers.

"All I did was chuck the end of my cigarette into the trash…like I always do…and then bam! I went flying!" he waved his arms as he told me the story, his voice full of disbelief.

I asked Jack if he'd be alright for a few minutes so that I could go and look for Rosalie. After reassuring him that she hadn't been hurt, I went back inside. She was sat where I left her, hugging her knees to her chest, looking venerable and scared.

"Emmett…what happened…?" her words were thick of concern and worry as she looked to me with swimming eyes,

I crouched down beside her and grabbed her hands to pull her up. In a reassuring voice I began, "Don't panic, everything alright, Jack's fine…everyone's fine…" I led her outside over to Jack who was now adamantly resisting the paramedic's services, telling them that a good tot of whiskey before bed would work wonders.

"Get in." Rose said simply in a commanding voice as we came up behind Jack.

He turned around with a confused look on his face, looking from Rose to me. "Get in" she repeated again in the same tone, this time pointing to the ambulance in front of him.

"Sweetheart…no" Jack unwisely began before explaining to her the same theory about whiskey that he told the paramedics.

I glanced at Rosalie after Jack's protest. I shrunk back after seeing the scary look that she was giving him. She had her arms crossed tightly over chest, her eyes were narrow slits making her look lethal, and the deep frown on her face should have been enough to make her look ugly...but it didn't. Wow she's taking no crap.

I noticed that even the paramedics had shrunk away to the back of the ambulance where they 'casually' studied their equipment, while they occasionally ventured a quick look at Rose when they dared.

"Fine" were Jack's last words to Rose before he stepped into the ambulance. As they shut the doors, I saw him shake his head in disbelief while I felt Rosalie relax beside me.

A deafening whistle came from Rosalie's mouth before she called out to the security guy, "Hey! Were shutting up shop for the day!" After that, we both headed back inside to shut off the water from the tap that had been running boiling water all the while, and then locked up and headed back to the hotel.

We sat with Julie for a good hour after our return, going over every detail of our day. After we finished, she confirmed my suspicion, they suspected that the stalker had set up some explosive trigger that would go off once Jack threw in his cigarette, knowing that Rosalie usually followed him out to say goodbye. Apparently, she had been the main target of the attack.

Rosalie POV.

Emmett and I both recited the day's events when Alice, Jasper, Edward and Bella all asked why we were back at the hotel early. We all sat in silence after we told them what had happened, until Alice broke it whispering in a detached tone, "I'm next."

We all looked at her confused, until she continued. "I'm number 2 according to the paint on my bedroom door." We all hushed up again after Alice said this. Watching Jasper broke my heart. He sat with Alice in his arms, raining kisses over her face with a petrified look in his eyes while she held onto him tightly in return.

I turned away, and stupidly looked at Edward and Bella who were sat together with simple haunted looks on their faces. I felt like my heart had leapt up into my throat as it choked me up with emotion. I had been lucky that Emmett had called for me, from what the security guard said, otherwise, I would have been caught fully by the explosion.

I sat myself in Emmett's lap, and hugged him tightly while the rest of them headed to their rooms. I realised that I hadn't said the words before, but I knew that I meant it when I whispered them in his ear, "I love you."

I heard his gasp, and then there was silence. I cringed as I kept my face hidden from him where it lay on his shoulder. Crap...crap…I just blew it…open mouth…enter feet-plural!! I rambled in my mind until he broke the silence.

"At last, took you long enough!" he laughed as he held my face between his. I must have looked as confused as I felt, because he kissed the tip of my nose before continuing, "I've been waiting for you to say those three words for ages! I didn't want to scare you away by telling you that I loved you all those weeks ago." He smiled at me as I sat there in awe.

"I love you Rose, please say something." He pleaded with me with worried eyes as I began to smile.

"How about…I love you!?" I laughed back before kissing him as passionately as I could, trying to show him how much I loved him.

Once we broke apart, both regaining out breaths, I remembered something he said when he mentioned that he loved me, 'all those weeks ago'. I decided to ask him, "When did you realise…that you loved me?"

"Do you remember your birthday party back in June? I saw you for the first time… since then; I haven't been on a date…the women either weren't tall enough, curvy enough, not half as beautiful as you…maybe I loved you then?" he wondered aloud as my heart swelled at his words. He continued without interruption, "But then that night on my birthday when we watched the fireworks…I think I knew then…I definitely knew when we went to the truck show anyway" he laughed the last bit, probably remembering the making out session that I was currently remembering.

I held onto him tightly, happy to listen as he listed all the things that he liked and loved about me. I drifted off to sleep when he got to the random things like, "Ooo I love the way that you get my toast ready for me in the morning…"

Another Chapter!? Yes! I'm just going to get to the point of the story now, don't think that there's much else to do…plus I want to get this one done so I can start my next one! Might make a sequel...dunno?

Thanks 4the BETA offers, but I've finally (probably stupidly) decided to go without. It'd probably just take longer for me to get the chapters up and I'd probably faff around more!

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