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Chapter 15

The three weeks that followed our first official date were so busy that there was no opportunity for a second official date. Instead, Edward and I were forced to squeeze in a quick lunch here or share a cup of coffee there between our busy work schedules. I felt awful that just as we were starting to connect my schedule had to go so haywire, but Edward never once complained. He simply told me that he missed me, and that things would quiet down once the store was open and the routine established. Our nightly phone call, while often abbreviated due to my extreme exhaustion from the busy days, was the one thing I looked forward to more than anything else in my day.

Angela and I both worked long hours as the opening date for A New Page barreled towards us. Alice had taken pity on us and offered her ninja planning skills and incredible connections to coordinate the opening, while Angela and I organized, stocked, reviewed, trained, and worked out all the last-minute kinks and details.

Setting up the work schedule had been surprisingly easy. In our little community, stores opened at ten and closed at seven, and everything was closed in our block on Sundays, so we decided we would start out that way and change the hours if demand dictated. I had been shocked when Embry's wife Holly had approached me and asked about working at the bookstore. With her experience at the Port Angeles Library, Ben immediately hired her as our third manager. With three of us covering that position, we were scheduled to work three days each, sometimes alone, sometimes overlapping on what we perceived would be our busiest days – Mondays for deliveries, and Saturdays, when the downtown shopping area was the busiest. We traded off on the Saturdays, with me working the weekends the kids were with Jacob. For additional counter and café help, Ben had been very shrewd in his hiring. He spoke with the placement officials at Peninsula Community College and hired half a dozen very willing, very broke college students to fill the various shifts during the week.

Tonight was another late night, just three days before the grand opening, and I was in the back storeroom, scanning books into the computerized inventory system. Angela had left about an hour ago, citing exhaustion and the need to remember what her children looked like. My own kids were at Jacob's house for dinner, and I was supposed to pick them up in about an hour. I was kneeling over a huge box of assorted children's books when I heard keys in the back door. "Did you forget something, Ange?" I called out, digging deep into the box for the packing slip that somehow always ended up on the bottom.

"Now that's what I call a view," Edward said from behind me, his voice soft and sultry. I sat back quickly, pulling my shirt down where it had ridden up and exposed a wide strip of skin at my waistband. I could feel the blush rise in my cheeks as he chuckled. "Bella, I was rather enjoying that," he complained lightly, walking over and extending his hand to me to help me up.

I placed my hand in his and groaned as he pulled me to stand. It felt like every muscle in my body protested the action as I put my hand on the small of my back and arched against the soreness. I heard Edward hiss and I looked up at him. His eyes were on the arc of my torso, and the outline of my breasts against the threadbare knit of my long-sleeved tee-shirt. I could feel my nipples pebble at his heated gaze, and I knew he could see them too when he swore under his breath.

I crossed my arms self-consciously, embarrassed that all it took was a look from him to get me worked up. "What brings you by the store this evening, Edward?" I asked.

"This," Edward answered, stepping forward and lowering his head to mine, brushing his lips against mine in a sweet kiss. As he was about to pull back, I wrapped my arms around his neck and opened my mouth against his, taking his full lower lip between my teeth and nibbling lightly, then soothing the sting with my tongue. He smiled into the kiss, sliding his arms around my waist and pulling me closer as his tongue stroked mine. My heartbeat raced as his fingers toyed with the hem of my shirt, hesitating a moment before his fingers and palms stroked up from the waistband of my jeans to the smooth warmth of my back.

"Oh holy hell! Your hands are freezing!" I shrieked, jumping back and nearly falling into the box behind me.

Edward caught me as I stumbled, hauling me against him again in a tight hug, his chest shaking with laughter. "I'm sorry, Bella. I didn't think about my hands being cold," he apologized badly, the lie obvious in his amused tone. He nuzzled his nose in my hair, pressing his lips to the shell of my ear. "Maybe when I've warmed up, I can make it up to you. Or maybe you can help me warm up," he murmured.

"Mmmm, I know just the thing to warm you up," I said, my voice throaty as I peered up at him through my lashes.

Edward's green eyes darkened, and the look there was enough to heat me to boiling. "What exactly did you have in mind, Bella?" he whispered.

"Why coffee, of course!" I said brightly, pulling away and smiling at his exasperated groan. I put one hand on my hip and pointed at him with the index finger of the other hand. "You knew your hands were freezing, and you were entirely too unrepentant with your apology. So now you must suffer the torture of me making you one of Angela's insanely complicated coffee recipes. C'mon, to the coffee machine!" I grasped his hand and tugged, and he followed me out into the main area of the store, grumbling good-naturedly under his breath.

Even though I'd walked through a hundred times this week alone, I couldn't stop myself from admiring the bookstore as we approached the front counter. The space looked absolutely amazing, if I did say so myself. The layout was exactly as I had pictured on that first walkthrough with Edward, and I loved all of the improvements he had added to the floor plan. Alice's color scheme was perfect, the paint we had applied a few weeks ago complimenting the fabric of the chairs and café cushions perfectly. In the far corner, the mural was a masterpiece, and the children's alcove was easily my favorite spot. The furniture and fixtures were in place, waiting only for the customers to fill the store. And if the phone calls and drop bys were any indication, fill the store they would. We were constantly turning people away at the door, and answering calls as to when we would open.

I urged Edward to sit on one of the high backed stools, then walked around behind the counter, picking up an apron and tying it onto my waist. "Good evening, sir," I said formally. "Welcome to A New Page. You look awfully chilled this cold winter's night. What can I get to warm you this evening?"

Edward grinned, and my heart fluttered when he played along with my little game. "Well, what do you recommend?" he asked, pretending to study the drink menu, even though we both knew there was no coffee or tea ready to be served.

"Well, A New Page offers an extensive variety of coffee and tea based beverages," I said, attempting to sound professional, but failing miserably when he arched an eyebrow at me and crooked his finger, beckoning me forward.

I leaned over the countertop, but he shook his head, motioning with that same finger for me to come around the counter. I walked slowly, feeling the excitement build as I got closer and his eyes got darker. I stopped in front of him, and he grasped my wrists, pulling me forward to stand between his knees, which rested against the outsides of my thighs. Our faces were nearly level, and the intensity of his gaze made me want to do unspeakably dirty and pleasurable things to him.

"Have you decided what you want yet?" I asked, my voice trembling and ridiculously breathless.

"Yes," he growled softly, letting go of my wrists and placing my hands, palm down, on the worn denim covering his thighs. He slid his hands around to my back, his fingers deftly undoing the haphazard bow I had tied in the apron before sliding down to cup my ass. He leaned forward, his nose skimming along the arch of my brow, down my cheekbone, and back to my ear.

"And what is it that you want?" I gasped as his lips closed over my earlobe, his teeth gently nibbling the plump flesh, before he dropped his mouth down to the sweet spot beneath my ear to press a hot, open-mouthed kiss there. As he sucked lightly on the sensitive skin, I felt my body react in its most elemental form, my stomach contracting and the suddenly sensitive flesh between my legs throbbing with arousal.

"You, Bella. I want you," he breathed, pulling me closer. My hand slid up his thighs, grasping his hips as his hands squeezed and pulled me closer still. "God, Bella. So much. You have to tell me to stop," he panted, his lips sucking, teeth nipping, tongue laving.

Given our lack of time together, we hadn't shared more than a few kisses and touches since New Year's. Lost as I was in his words, and in the taste, smell and feel of him all around me, I couldn't resist. "I don't want you to stop, Edward," I whispered raggedly, leaning into him.

His lips sought mine in a frantic kiss as he dropped one hand lower, trailing down the back of my thigh to the hollow behind my knee, his hips shifting towards mine, undoubtedly seeking the same friction I so desperately craved. My moan was loud, and I would have been embarrassed had I been capable of rational thought as our tongues dueled for dominance. My fingers slipped beneath the bottom hem of his hooded sweatshirt, and he shivered when I stroked the bare skin of his lower back.

Edward shifted his position slightly, never breaking the kiss as he slid his fingers along the back of my knee. Without warning, his fingers grasped my thigh and hitched my leg up as he slid a knee between mine so that I was straddling his muscled thigh. I cried out, the movement pressing the seam of my jeans against my center in a most delightful way, creating a jolt of desire so strong I wondered if it would be possible to actually come just from this minimal contact. His answering groan was loud and lusty, heightening my own arousal to a fever pitch.

Edward's fingers slid up my thigh, dancing over the taut denim where I straddled him and I wondered if he could feel the heat and wetness radiating from my center. I decided I didn't care so long as he kept touching me. His hands continued upward, and he didn't hesitate this when he reached the hem of my tee shirt. His thumbs circled the flesh just above the waistband of my jeans before his fingers caressed the bare skin of my back. His hands splayed across the bare skin of my back and he curved his fingers around my ribcage. Edward's lips left mine to trace a path along my jaw, down my throat, and to the vee of my tee-shirt, his tongue tracing a swirling pattern there as his warm breath blew down into my cleavage, making my nipples even tighter than they already were. His fingers trailed up, his thumbs sweeping across the lower swell of my breasts and we both groaned.

I shifted against him restlessly, my body seeking closer contact with his. Edward swore when I pressed forward, rubbing my hip against the fly of his jeans where his erection, thick and solid, strained against the denim. He surged forward, circling his hips against mine and capturing my mouth once again with his. I felt the muscles of the thigh I rode tense and rub against me and I cried out again, feeling my body clench in response. Edward's fingers plucked at my nipples through the soft cotton of my bra, and I felt almost light headed at the pleasure.

I trailed my fingers from his back to his abdomen, feeling the muscles there contract under my light touch. I slid one hand down, cupping his erection through his jeans, pressing my palm against him, and his entire body shuddered violently in response. One of his hands stroked down my side to grasp my fingers. For a moment, Edward pressed my hand tighter against him, rocking into me once before gently lifting my hand away with a great gasping breath. He slid his other hand around my back, his thumb lightly caressing the slope of my spine just above the waistband of my jeans.

I wanted to cry in frustration when he gentled the kiss, then pressed feather-light kisses to my nose, cheeks and eyelids. I didn't realize that I actually was until he pulled back, studying me in alarm. "Bella, what's wrong, did I hurt you?" he asked urgently, scooting his chair back and standing so that our lower bodies were no longer touching, his thumbs sweeping under my eyes, catching the tears that had escaped.

"No, I'm fine," I said in a small voice, wiping at the tears with the back of my hand. I felt utterly foolish. "I just… why did you stop?" I asked, biting my bottom lip and looking down…directly at the impressive bulge straining against his blue jeans. I felt a surge of want go through me again, and had to stop myself from reaching out to touch him.

He had no such reservations, pulling me back into his arms and burying his face in my hair. "You know I don't want to stop, right?" he asked softly, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. "But we're at the bookstore, and unless you want me to take you up against the shelves in the back, we need to save this for the right place and time."

I had a sudden mental picture of what he had suggested. Me with my back against the bookshelves, my hands in his hair, my legs wrapped around his waist. Edward with his shirt off, his hands on my breasts, his tongue plundering my mouth as his cock plundered my…I felt another rush of wetness between my legs and groaned softly, cursing my vivid imagination. Plunder? What, you're a pirate wench now? Gotta stop reading those bodice ripper romances, Bella! What's next, your heaving bosoms? Your pouting pink petals? His throbbing, turgid love stick?

Although my body felt differently, my rational brain knew that he was right. We had gone from first date to third base in the course a few short minutes, all at the counter of the bookstore. A New Page was not exactly the ideal location for a home run…at least not the first one.

Edward pulled back to study my face, raising an eyebrow in surprise as a heated blush colored my cheeks. His smile turned knowing, sinful, and he leaned down to press a kiss to my cheek before whispering in my ear. "I know, my pretty girl. I've imagined it, too. Someday, I promise."

My blush burned even hotter, and never before had I been so relieved to be interrupted by the ringing of my cell phone. I pulled it out of my pocket and checked the display. For once Jacob's unfortunate timing worked in my favor.

"Hey, Jacob. I'm just wrapping things up at the bookstore so I can come get the kids. What's up?" I pretended not to notice the way Edward's jaw flexed at the mention of Jacob's name, or the way his fingers automatically rose to comb through his hair. He took a few steps away and turned his back to allow me privacy for the phone call.

"Hey Bells, I gotta pick something up from the garage. Want me to bring the kids to you?" Jacob asked. I could hear him jangling his keys in the background.

"Uh, sure, that would be great, save me the trip back to your place. When do you think you'll be here?" I asked.

I heard the roar of an engine starting. "Just a few minutes. We're ready to go now," he answered.

"Okay, thanks. I'll see you in a few then. 'Bye." I flipped my phone shut and turned around. Edward was standing a few feet away, his head turned sideways as he studied the spine of a book on the shelf in front of him. His deliberately casual stance didn't fool me when he tugged on his hair. "That was Jake," I said unnecessarily. "He's bringing the kids here in a few minutes."

"All right, I should get going then," Edward said.

"You don't need to leave."

"No, really, I've got some stuff I need to do. Walk me to the back door?" he asked, holding his hand out to me as he smiled that sexy crooked grin that never failed to make my heart race. I placed my fingers in his, the warmth of his touch soothing the concern I had felt at his expression when he knew it was Jacob on the phone.

At the back door, he took me in his arms again. His kiss was slow, sweet, and thorough enough to have both of us panting by the time we were done. "I'll call you before bed," he said, his voice husky, and he smiled when the word 'bed' sent a tremor through me. Despite the cold, I kept the door open and watched him climb into his car to drive away. Just as he pulled out onto the side street with one final wave in my direction, Jacob's truck came around the corner into the lot, so I kept the door open to usher the kids inside. Jacob didn't get out of his truck, but simply waved and drove off.

"Hey Mom, was that Mr. Cullen that just left?" Sarah asked.

"Yes, it was," I told her, putting the books I had inventoried aside and putting the packing slip back in the box. "Hey, don't take your coats off. I'm just about ready to leave." I decided I would finish my work this weekend...the last one before the store opened! Funny how the thought of the store opening didn't give me nearly as many butterflies as Edward's kisses did.

"Oh, and why did Mr. Cullen stop by?" Sarah asked, her voice deliberately casual. I looked up, and while her face was all innocence, she had a wickedly amused gleam in her eyes.

"Um, I'm not sure?" I said, my voice a little shaky, and I cursed internally when a blush rose in my cheeks once again. "He didn't say. He was only here for a few minutes."

"He didn't say? Hmmmm, that's interesting." Sarah reached out and touched the tip of her index finger to my neck, just below my ear. "By the way, Mom, did you know that you have a hickey right here?"

Will, who had been ignoring our conversation and going through a nearby box of books, turned to look at me, his eyes narrowing. "Sarah, that's ridiculous. I'm sure it's just dirt or something, right Mom?" He walked over to inspect the mark on my neck, and I could feel my blush burning out of control.

"Will, I know what a hickey looks like, that is definitely a hickey!" Sarah insisted, pointing right at the spot on my neck that made me weak in the knees whenever Edward touched me there.

Trying to deflect the focus, I looked at Sarah with a raised eyebrow. "And how exactly do you know what a hickey looks like, Sarah?" I asked in my best mom voice.

She rolled her eyes, not fooled by my misdirection. "Duh Mom, I go to high school. It's like a hickey factory in the hallways."

"It's not a hickey, Sarah!" Will snarled at his sister, and his vehemence startled the both of us. "Can we go home now? I'm tired."

"Sure sweetie. Let me just grab my purse and coat," I said, turning to go into the office. Sarah looked at me with wide eyes and opened her mouth to speak, but I shook my head and nodded my head toward Will, who was now pacing near the back door.

The car ride home was tense and when we got home Will went straight up to his room. I jumped when I heard his door slam. When I moved to follow him, Sarah put a restraining hand on my arm. "Let him calm down," she cautioned me. "Will you talk to me?" she asked curiously.

"Depends on what you want to talk about," I hedged, concerned about her reaction as well.

"You and Mr. Cullen?" she asked. "You like him?"

I considered my options, and decided that honesty was truly the only way to go. Anything less that that would probably just return to bite me in the ass. "Yes, I like him." An understatement, but honesty did not necessarily mean full disclosure where my teenage daughter was the one asking the questions.

"And he obviously likes you," Sarah said with a smirk, her eyes darting to my neck.

"Sarah..." I warned.

Sarah laughed. "Don't worry about it, Mom. As long as you're being safe, it's not my business."

Being safe? Oh God, a responsibility lecture from my fifteen-year old daughter? I felt my cheeks heat again, and then worried that it would give Sarah the wrong idea. There wasn't even anything to be safe about. Yet…

"Have you been dating long?" Sarah asked, oblivious to my internal monologue and extreme discomfort. Was this how it felt to her when I asked her about boys in school?

"Um, just since New Year's, and we've only actually gone out once," I said. "The day after New Year's." Yeah, and you almost came just by riding his thigh tonight, don't forget that part!

"Oh, I kinda figured you guys had been dating longer, since the fall," Sarah said, surprised. She looked down at her fingers, suddenly nervous. "That was part of the reason I was giving you such a hard time then, because I thought that you were going to move on like Daddy and forget all about us," she admitted in a small voice.

"Oh, Sarah," I said sadly, reaching out and touching her cheek. Her expressive eyes, so much like her father's, stared back at me with apprehension. "You know that's impossible. My love for you is permanent and unbreakable. Never forget that."

"I know," Sarah said, grinning suddenly. "When you didn't kick me out to live with Dad for being such a bitch, I realized that you were gonna stick by us."

"Language, Sarah," I reminded her, unable to stop myself from grinning back. "And just because he's with Renesmee doesn't mean your Dad has moved on from you and your brother. You two mean everything to him, and Ness loves you guys, too."

"Yes, I know," she said simply. "So you're not going to let Will stop you from seeing Mr. Cullen again, right?"

"How upset is he do you think?" I asked her, glancing back up stairs.

"He'll come around. You know he was upset about Ness at first, and now they get along just fine," she told me. "I would say just don't flaunt it in front of him, give him some time to get used to it, and he'll be fine. He liked Mr. Cullen just fine before he was your boyfriend."

The sage wisdom of my daughter reminded me how much she had grown up, especially lately. I was afraid to ask, but had to for my own sanity. "And how do you feel about it? About me...dating Edward?"

Sarah shrugged her shoulders. "It's cool. I like seeing you smile. You didn't do that much before the bookstore and Mr. Cullen. Besides, for an old guy, he's really kind cute. Good catch, Mom!"

"Uh, thanks?" I said, loving the sound of her giggle. I glanced at the stairway again, biting my bottom lip nervously. "I guess I'd better go up and talk to him."

Sarah surprised me when she gave me a quick hug. "It'll be okay, Mom. Just remember that you deserve to be happy, too."

A few minutes later I tapped lightly on Will's door, confused by the rhythmic thumping coming from within. "Come in," he called, and I opened the door cautiously. He was laying on the bed cross-wise, tossing a rubber ball at the wall that he shared with his sister. He was lucky she was still downstairs, otherwise she'd be yelling at him to stop.

"Hey, can we talk about what happened tonight?" I asked.

"Sure," he said, continuing to bounce the ball against the wall, not turning to look at me or meet my gaze. I entered the room and sat down on the edge of his bed. He still didn't turn or acknowledge me.

"So, I'm incredibly embarrassed that you had to find out that way, but yes, I am dating Edward now. I guess I need to know how you feel about that."

"Doesn't really matter how I feel about it, does it? You're going to date Edward regardless, right?" Will asked.

"Of course your opinion matters to me," I told him.

"So if I said I didn't want you dating him, you'd stop?" Will asked.

"No, I didn't say that. If you have a reasonable objection, then I would ask you to voice it, and we could discuss it."

"Like I said, my opinion doesn't matter then, does it?" He bounced the ball against the wall even harder.

I reached out and grabbed it before he could catch it again. "William Charles Black!" I said sharply.

Will looked at me in shock. "I can't remember the last time you middle-named me."

"I can't remember the last time you deserved it. Please sit up and look at me." I waited until he was sitting on the bed next to me and then continued. "Can you tell me why you don't want me dating Edward?"

"I don't like him," Will said, a stubborn set to his jaw that I had seen on Jacob's face a million times before.

"You liked him just fine before we started dating," I argued, and Will's eyes narrowed. "Must I remind you of a phone call you answered on our Seattle trip, or when you talked to him while we painted the store? You had no objection to his presence before. Why now?"

Will shrugged his shoulders. "Why do you need to date someone anyway? You're busy enough with the store. If you start dating Mr. Cullen, you'll be gone even more."

"I don't need to date anyone. I want to date Edward because I like him, and I enjoy spending time with him. He makes me happy, Will," I said softly.

Will looked chagrined. "He's not going to be around here all the time or anything, right? I mean, he's not gonna try to be all buddy-buddy with me and I don't have to hang out with him. I still get my time with you without some guy around?" he asked.

I ignored the 'some guy' comment, but knew that was the question that was most important to him. "No guy is more important to me than you. You don't have to spend time with Edward if you don't want to, and I will make sure that you and I have our time together regardless of anything else going on," I promised. "Does that sound fair?"

"Yeah, I guess," Will answered, shrugging his shoulders.

I reached up and gave him a quick hug and tousled his silky hair. "Love you," I said.

"Love you too, Mom," he answered.

I replayed both conversations in my head as I got ready for bed. I studied my reflection as I brushed my hair. The small red mark on my neck was almost impossible to see…almost. I was embarrassed that the kids had found out about Edward and I in that manner, but that didn't really matter any more. It did surprise me that Sarah was the accepting one and Will the reticent one, and I hoped that Will's resistance would not bother Edward. My phone buzzed. And speak of the sexy devil…

"Hello," I answered, my voice soft.

"Hello to you, my pretty girl," Edward responded, his voice just as soft as mine. "Ready for bed?"

My heart raced as his words instantly brought back the arousal from earlier tonight. "Just have to get my hippo," I said, padding from the bathroom into my bedroom and pulling the door closed behind me. "I find that I can't sleep without him now."

Edward groaned. "Great, now I'm jealous of a stuffed animal. Did you stay long after I left?" he asked.

"No, we just locked up and left. I kinda had a situation with the kids tonight, and we had to get home to deal with it," I told him.

"And what did Jacob do?" Edward asked flatly.

"Not Jacob. It was something you and I did," I told him.

"Us? I left before the kids got there. What could we have done to cause a situation?" Edward's tone betrayed his confusion.

"Um, well...Edward, you gave me a hickey!" I blurted out, fingering the spot on my neck.

Edward started to laugh.

"Do you have any idea how embarrassing this is?" I demanded.

He laughed even harder.

"Sarah saw it, and Will got very upset."

His laughter died instantly. "Will got upset?"

"Um, yeah. He's not happy with the idea of me dating again," I told Edward, worrying my bottom lip between my teeth as I waited for his reaction.

"Bella, stop biting your lip," Edward said, and I had to smile. He already knew me so well. "What did he say, exactly?"

"Well, he said he didn't understand why I had to start dating again, he worried about me being away from home even more, and he wanted to make sure I wasn't going to force him to spend any time with you." I hated adding this last part, but Edward needed to know.

"Understandable," he said reasonably. "I assume he thinks that I will try to take you away from him. What did you tell him?"

"I promised him that I wouldn't force him to do anything he didn't want to do, and that seeing you wouldn't interfere with my time with him."

"Did he ask you to stop seeing me?"

"Not in so many words. He was curious about what I'd say if he did ask."

"And what was your response, Bella?" Edward asked, his voice carefully guarded

"I told him I would listen to any reasonable objection he may have so that we could discuss it, but that you make me happy," I confessed quietly.

"You make me happy too," Edward replied, his tone filled with relief. "Maybe we should just plan on our dates happening on the weekends when the kids are gone," he suggested.

I sighed, hating the limits that it placed on our time together. "For the time being, I guess that would be wise," I grumbled.

"So when is the next weekend the kids are at their dad's?" Edward asked.

"This coming weekend. But I am working on Saturday," I reminded him, suddenly disappointed that I was scheduled to work the Saturdays the kids were gone.

"How about Friday? Peter's been asking me to come back and sing again, we could go to Maria's with everyone," he suggested.

"Oh, I should probably check my calendar," I teased, the sound of his chuckle warming me. "I'd love to, Edward," I said sincerely.

"Then it's a date. Pick you up around seven?" he asked.

"Perfect," I said, unable to cover up the huge yawn that overtook me. "Sorry," I apologized sheepishly.

"Get some rest, Bella. I'll talk to you tomorrow, and see you at the ribbon cutting on Monday," he promised. "Sweet dreams, my pretty girl."

So, you've been wondering about the kids' reactions – were they what you expected?

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