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He kissed her, with no premeditation at all. As their lips moved and their arms found their way around each other, Edward was blindsided by the heat that mushroomed between them.

He didn't know how long they kissed for. When Edward lifted his head, he felt drunk.

"Bella Cullen," he whispered roughly. "You act like an angel, but you kiss like a witch."

She gave him the blush-cheeked smile he had come to look forward to. Her slender hands rested lightly on his biceps. "We have to get back."

For some reason, he was disappointed at that. "Let's go." It might give him a chance to cool off.

Pulling out of his arms, Bella walked through the door out to the rain. Edward followed, trying hard—and without much success—not to have a one-track mind, because all he could currently think of was Bella, naked and willing.

"Ball four in the back pocket," Bella announced just before she gave her cue stick a shove that sent a billiard ball ricocheting as if it were a pinball. Careening over felt, it landed somewhere opposite its intended destination.

"Did I say that right?" she asked, straightening, her cue stick perched on her arm like a shotgun. "'Ball four in the back pocket?'"

Edward rubbed his temple. "I wouldn't worry about the vernacular right now. Want to take a break and get something to drink?"

Bella smiled brightly. "Okay."

Edward had been an incredibly good sport all evening, even when she'd tossed a dart that accidentally bounced off his hip.

Setting her cue stick in the holder against the wall, she said, "This is so much fun. I've always wanted to know what a night in a bar is like. It's very entertaining!"

"Yup." Edward rested a guiding hand on the small of her back as they made their way to the lounge, which boasted red leather booths, a juke box and a long bar crowded with patrons.

"I wasn't very good at pool. Or darts," she said happily enough.

"No, you did great."

Bella laughed. She appreciated his lie. "Sure, Edward"

He laughed. "Fine. Just warn me the next time you attempt darts. I'll wear armor." He pointed to a booth in the rear of the lounge. "There's an open table."

"Oh, let's sit at the bar!" Bella forged ahead. "I see seats available at the very end."

Making a beeline to the two available barstools, she felt a smile that started in her chest. She was very excited when Edward had asked her on a date and demanded he take her to a bar, something she'd never experienced as a single mother.

"What'll it be?" Edward asked, looking, she thought, confident, relaxed and ridiculously handsome in a grey button-down shirt and dark jeans. He had already drawn several greetings from females of all ages at the popular bar.

She grinned at him and said, "I rarely drink anything more than a glass of chardonnay. Tonight I want one of those drinks called a slippery navel…or a fuzzy nipple?"

Edward wagged his head, his cheeks showing dimples as he suppressed a smile. "You mean, a fuzzy navel or slippery nipple."

"Yes, one of those. Which do you recommend?"

Edward didn't dare voice his recommendation. He'd been thinking about navels and nipples all night—not necessarily fuzzy or slippery, but definitely Bella's and most certainly naked.

Waving the bartender over, he quietly placed their order while she craned her neck to look around the lounge. She'd shown up at his garage three days ago and had been surprising him ever since.

"You look breath-taking tonight, Bella."

She turned toward him, her face shocked. "I don't believe it."

Edward had this struggle with Bella, she didn't see how beautiful she was, he'd tried so many times he'd tried to convince her, and she still didn't believe it. "You're the most striking woman I've seen."

She reached Edward to snag a pretzel from a bowl on the bar, rejecting the compliment. Her arm smelled like…Edward wasn't sure what it smelled like, but it smelled amazing. He struggled to remain focused.

Her eyes and smile exuded sweetness. Gentleness. Love. Edward's mouth went stone dry. He had the nearly overwhelming urge to pull the pins out of the bun she was wearing and to plow his fingers through those thick, brown-red waves. She was exquisite.

The bartender placed their drinks in front of them, and Bella's eyes lit up. "Which is this?" she asked Edward. "Fuzzy navel or slippery nipple?"

She put her lips around the skinny red straws and took a sip.

"Neither," Edward responded, watching her. "It's a screaming orgasm."

Vodka, amaretto, coffee and Irish Cream liquor splattered delicately onto the bar as Bella coughed. Pulling the cocktail napkin from under his glass, Edward handed it to her and patted her gently on the back.

Bella said, "Oh," as if she hadn't just coughed up her drink. Edward grinned, she blushed, and the back pats turned into long, slow circles.

She'd told him she wanted this night out, because instead of partying and enjoying being young like the rest of the people her age, she had been raising a child.

She was a good mother, Edward realized. A stellar mother. His own upbringing had been as close to idyllic as he figured anyone's got, and suddenly he felt happy that of all people, Bella was the mother of his child.

"I want to be the best father I possibly can be for Reneesme." He surprised himself by blurting the thought that came to mind.

Her face sobered into the gentle understanding he was coming to like so well.

"You will be," she said. "Don't put too much pressure on yourself." Her fair, slender hand reached out and curved around his forearm. "She loves you, unbelievably so."

"Bella," he said, his voice hoarse and his heart suddenly too heavy for his chest. He had to kiss her. He was going to kiss until his phone started ringing.

Caught off guard, she tried to mask the disappointment that swiftly clouded her eyes.

"Rose?" he answered. "Is Reneesme okay?"

"Oh yes, she's sleeping," Rose said. "I called to say we've been invited to a party."

"By who?"

"Tanya, she's back in New York and she's throwing herself a welcome back party."