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Chapter Five

We had now been here for a month and both Riley and I had settled in perfectly. It looked like we weren't going to be leaving any time soon. I had continually gotten closer and closer to Embry so much that our sexual tension could be cut with a knife and served on a plate.

It was currently closing time and we were the final people left. Just as I was shutting down the computer Embry came into the receptionist area. I looked up, smiling shyly and tucked an annoying strand of hair behind my ear.

"So," Embry said trying to hide his nervousness.

I gave him a strange look, "So?"

He put both his hands palm down on the counter in front of me, leaning against it, "I was just wondering if you would, if you wanted to, goonadatewithme." He said hurriedly, slurring his words together so I couldn't understand him.

I looked at him in confusion, "I didn't get that last part, sorry."

"Would you like to go on a date with me?" He repeated in a slower voice.

I gaped at him and then blushed furiously, "Really?" I asked, a smile creeping onto my face. He nodded, looking nervous, "Yes."

Embry beamed and before he could say anything a loud crash came from the sliding door and Jacob, Quil, Jared and Paul all fell through the glass cursing. They jumped to their feet, trying to look inconspicuous and failing.

"Well it's about time." Quil and Jacob burst out after a moment of silence.

I blushed and threw a tennis ball at them, "Get out."

They laughed and left, calling out teasing names from the other room. We sorted out a day, Sunday, and Embry ran into the work room, excitement on his face. I shook my head; my heart feeling like it was going to explode from happiness. I knew already that Emily wouldn't mind having Riley for Sunday.

My life was finally turning around and I was excited about tomorrow. Riley seemed to realize that something good had happened and caught my happy mood and helped me cook dinner. While we cooked he babbled on about the little bug he and Matthew had caught.

"But Emily wouldn't let us keep it." He said pouting.

"How would you like to see Matt tomorrow?" I asked him, smiling as he slipped in extra cheese on top of the home made pizza.

He brightened instantly, "Yeah, we can try and find some more bugs." He went back to making the pizza but stopped when a thought occurred to him, "What are you gonna be doing?" He asked me suspiciously.

"I'm going out with someone." I said vaguely, not wanting to confuse the child with the workings of his mother going on a date with a man.

I think that would give him a lead on becoming immune to girl germs.

He wrinkled his little nose, "A boy?"

I choked on my laughter, trying to imagine Embry being described as a 'boy'. It wasn't easy, "He's a big boy, sweetie."

"Can I meet him?"

"Maybe."

"Can he help find little buggies?"

"Probably not, sweetie."

"What about turn into a wolf?"

I jerked my head over to him, "Riley, don't be silly. People can't turn into wolves, it's just stories."

"No mom. Matt's dad can change into a big wolf and…"

The conversation went on like that for a while. I shook my head at his imagination and he stubbornly refused to admit that people couldn't turn into wolves. He went to bed just as stubborn but still couldn't resist giving me a kiss before scrambling into his room.

I headed off to my own bed only to lie staring at the ceiling. Sleep didn't come until the early mornings and my nerves bubbled and threatened to over spill. I had to make do with the little sleep I received and fumbled around the kitchen for coffee, planning on consuming at least three cups before I met with Embry.

Riley came out some time later, giving me a childlike irritated glare as he hopped up onto a chair, thanking me when I put cereal in front of him. We both got ready, me being a bit more fussy then normal; I had never been on a date.

And I was terrified.

I was relieved that Emily was picking up Riley; I was far too nervous to think about driving and Embry was picking me up. As Emily arrived I gave Riley a kiss and told him to behave, waving as they reversed out of the driveway. I took a fleeting glance at my watch and le out a string of curses.

Embry was supposed to be arriving in five minutes.

I darted back inside, running my brush through my hair once again, shoving my black slip on shoes on and stared at my reflection. My loose auburn hair fell over my shoulders and down to my waste, contrasting with my white singlet top that flowed over the top of my hipster blue jeans. It looked like a nice enough day so I figured I wouldn't need a jacket.

I barely concealed a squeal as the doorbell rang and my grin was present on my face as I opened the door, revealing Embry. I was momentarily stunned by his casual jeans and shirt, not used to seeing him in anything but overalls, grease and oil.

He looked hot.

He gaped at me, smiling in awe, "You look so beautiful."

I blushed, ducking my head and accepting the hand he held out to me, "You scrub up nicely yourself when you're not dressed in grease." I said lightly, my nerves fading now that he was with me.

We bickered lightly as he drove us to wherever it was we were going. I didn't even pay attention to where he was taking me, not that I would recognize anything; I hadn't been outside La Push since arriving here and I didn't plan to. I had no need to go on shopping trips, at least until Riley started school.

"We're here."

I looked up in surprise to find us outside a small café, shops around us, "Where are we?"

"We're in Seattle." He told me, hopping out of the car quickly and rushing over to open my door for me.

I gaped at him, "Thanks." I muttered, sliding out and hoping desperately that I didn't slip and make a fool of myself.

Luckily I didn't.

I bit back a little squeal as he placed his hand on my lower back, gently leading me into the cosy little café. It was a little crowded but nothing unbearable, and created a relaxed atmosphere. Embry's hand didn't leave my lower back, resulting in constant shivers running up and down my spine.

And when I saw that smug smile on his face I knew he could feel them.

When we reached our table he pulled out the chair for me, giving me a dramatic bow as I sat. I laughed, shaking my head in amusement; it was good to know the guy could still be polite and funny at the same time. He sat opposite me, wearing a huge grin and it wasn't until we got the menus that I realized he was going to be ordering at least three mains and then finish off mine.

"Are you ready to order?" The waitress asked.

"I'll have a spaghetti carbonara with coke please." I said, watching as she turned to eye off Embry.

A small frown was on his face; it looked so cute, "I'll have a burger, with fries, the steak with salad and a coke as well."

When the waitress left I couldn't keep the shock off my face, "What? You know I eat lots." He said lightly.

I laughed, "Usually you eat more than that. Were you trying not to scare off the poor girl?" I teased.

Embry shrugged, "I wouldn't want to be responsible for any psychological damage inflected on her." He gave me a charming smile, "Besides, I have to fix your first impression of seeing me eat."

I laughed, shaking my head, "I don't think anything will be able to fix that. If it makes you feel better Paul and Quil are a lot worse than you."

"My life is complete now." He said dramatically, "My eating habits aren't as disgusting as my mates."

I giggled, thanking the waiter as he handed me my drink. I barely noticed the charming smile he sent me, even as he dumped Embry's food in front of him. And I wouldn't have if Embry hadn't glared at him, looking as though he wanted to slap the guy.

We began eating, neither of us noticing that we still hadn't gotten our drinks but neither of us minded. The café had picked up and it was getting slightly nosier. Just as Embry finished his meal the waiter returned, giving us our drinks and giving me a wink. Once again Embry looked at him like he wanted to rip his head off.

"What was the death stare for?" I asked when the waiter had left.

Embry shrugged embarrassed, "He was hitting on you."

"No he wasn't." I said with a roll of my eyes.

"Yes he was." Embry insisted.

"No he wasn't."

"Yes he was."

"You argue like my five year old son." I said without thinking.

Embry just stared at me once the words had left my mouth and I clapped a hand over my mouth.