Here's one more. Hope you enjoy.

I don't own Twilight, but Windi is all mine!

EPOV

"Bingo!" I shout. Mom smiles and Dad complains that I'm a cheater. Gotta love Family Game Night. We try to do something like this every month. Mom makes dessert while Dad and I grill meat. We eat and talk then out come the games. Dad is really bad and I can't help but enjoy the banter between us.

Plus, it's a great way to take my mind off the upcoming race. It's a three day ride, which is always fun, except for the camping. Don't me wrong, I like sleeping under the stars on the hard, cold ground as much as the next guy. I just dislike sleeping so close to so many other humans. We're not even that close together, but if I can hear you breathing from my campsite, you are too close to me. Just sayin'.

I kiss mom's cheek and shake dad's hand before leaving for the night. I pack all my gear and give the girls some love before going in the house and hitting the hay.

It's an 8 hour drive to Missoula, Montana, but I'm going to take the back way to avoid big cities and traffic. So it will be a 10 hour drive with stops at least every three hours so Thena doesn't get too stiff. I figure if we leave around 7am we'll arrive at 5pm and I'll have time to set up before dark.

Thena is an angel, allowing me to wrap her legs without batting an eye and loading in the trailer with no hesitation or balking. One last gear check and we are off.

We arrive in Missoula and I unload Thena, allowing her to look around. The race isn't until Saturday but I like to give my girls at least a day to recover from travel and adjust to new surroundings. Most people think that it doesn't matter, but a few agree that it helps to give the horses time to adjust and work out travel kinks and trailer jitters.

Several large barns with small, grassy runs attached to each stall have been opened for the competitors and when I sign in I am directed to # 12. I want to make sure Thena hasn't cramped during the trip so I walk her around the premises. Her ears are pricked alertly, but she's not spooky. Several round-pens have been assembled and I walk to an empty one and unclip her lead rope.

She immediately starts rolling. I sigh and hear a small, beautiful laugh coming from my left. I turn and am met with the sight of an angel. Not a copper angel with black hair and four legs. No this angel is very human and very female.

She is rather pale with long mahogany chestnut hair that even pulled into a loose ponytail falls past her shoulders. She has a beautiful figure with curves in all the right places and lean muscle on her arms and legs. Her dark eyes are staring right at me, watching me watch her. Her lips are pulled into a small smile, she's smirking at me. She has something in her hand and my brain registers that it's a lead rope and it's attached to a blood red halter that she has swung over her shoulder.

She advances toward me and offers her hand, "I'm Isabella Swan, but most people call me Bella." Her voice, much like her laugh, is soft and beautiful. I take her warm hand in mine, "Edward Cullen, it's a pleasure to meet you Bella."

Abruptly she blushes and it is so pretty that I want to touch it, her. "Sorry for laughing, but I understand your frustration and it's nice to know I'm not the only one who's crazy horse's first response is to roll." Her fading blush comes back with a vengeance, "I um I didn't mean that um your horse is um crazy, just that she um…" her stuttering is adorable, but I don't want her to think she offended me.

"Bella!" she cuts off looking up at me, "You didn't offend me, if you heard some of the things I call her, crazy would seem like a compliment. Which horse is yours?" She smiles at me, and I am blown away by her gorgeousness. I want her to smile like that all the time. I want to be the reason she smiles like that. She raises her delicate hand and points to the round-pen near the one I put The in. The horse is a very excitable cremello gelding. He is sniffing every inch of his area and spooking at every little noise.

Bella smiles softly before calling "Windi what are you doing!?" The gelding stops his inspection and calmly strolls over to the gate. Bella laughs at this and I can't help but do the same. "What's her name?" her random question takes me by surprise and I honestly have no idea what she's talking about. She looks over at Thena then back at me, "What's her name?"

Now it's my turn to blush, "Athena's Light, but we call her lots of things. Thena, The, Thea, Hen, Crazy horse, the list goes on and on." She laughs and elbows me softly in the ribs. "What about him?"

"Windi?" I nod and she continues, "Windigo Indigo. The Windigo is a cannibalistic demon who takes over people's bodies and uses them to eat human flesh. I thought it was fitting because he chews on everything he can get his mouth around. And Indigo because I like things that rhyme." She smiles angelically and forces a laugh, "You can run away screaming now, most people do. I'm actually surprised you stayed this long."

Flabbergasted, I grab her arm and pull her retreating form back to me. Except I pull a little too hard and she crashes into my chest. I wrap my arms around her to stop her fall and can't help but notice two things. One, she is very small, like 5' 4". Second, she fits in my embrace perfectly. I lean down and whisper in her ear, "Bella, my dear, mistaken Bella. I am quite fascinated by you and if you will allow it, I think you will be seeing a lot more of me." She shivers at my words, and pulls away. She stares at me for a long second and then nods, smiling.

"I would like that very much Edward, very, very much."

So yeah, now you have a budding romance.