A/N: I actually got a couple reviews and notifications that people added my story to their alerts which is awesome. Thanks to those of you who did and the ones I couldn't respond to b/c you have private messages turned off. I hope this next chapter doesn't disappoint.

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Renesmee made her way into the bedroom she had chosen in the old white house. She had just come out of the shower; a blue towel was wrapped around her and she was using another to dry her hair. She had to hurry, Jacob had called her at 11:30 to let her know he'd be here within the hour, and it was now just after noon.

Normally at this time on a Sunday, she would not only be up and dressed, but just finishing brunch with the Seattle Women's Social Committee as well. A few members of which would need to be driven home after one too many Mimosas or Bloody Mary's.

It wasn't so much a committee as it was a chance for the precious and pampered ladies of Seattle's upper crust to get together, drink and gossip. Renesmee abhorred their "meetings" and typically spent the hour's daydreaming while pretending to listen to the inane chatter surrounding her.

The only other person on the committee that she could truly call a friend just happened to be a relative. Her Aunt Alice was the preeminent party/wedding/social planner in Seattle. She felt just as Renesmee did of the old biddies on the committee, but if she wanted to maintain her title, she knew she'd have to continue to schmooze and cater to the bunch. All it would take was one negative word from one of these women, and her career would be over as quickly as it had risen.

Renesmee had to admit it was nice to be on her own schedule for once. In the past 3 years, she hadn't had all that much opportunity to spend an entire weekend as she chose. There was always some fundraiser, party, benefit, dinner or gala she just had to attend. But she had made the decision for herself to escape this weekend, and that's how she wound up in Forks.

Renesmee checked the clock on her way to the closet, figuring she had at least another 10 minutes before Jacob arrived. She shook her head as she pulled out a pair of jeans and a gray t-shirt that she had hung the night before. She couldn't believe how she'd acted in front of him yesterday. Was I actually flirting? She thought to herself and then laughed, Not that he was any better.

In all her 23 years, never had one man come even remotely close to affecting her as Jacob had. And it wasn't just his looks, although he had the kind of physique that made a girl want to lick her lips and say yummy. No, it was more than just that, there was something about him, she felt drawn to him; and that scared her so much she refused to think about it further. And feeling that bolt of electricity that had spiked between them yesterday, and how Jacob had starred into her eyes after, had made it clear to her that he felt everything she was feeling; which meant she had to stay away.

After pulling on the jeans and t-shirt, Renesmee walked to the dresser, picked up her brush and began to section and comb out her hair. With Jacob due to arrive any minute, she didn't have the time to spend on her hair that she normally would. She just had to hope that a fast brush and letting it air dry wouldn't cause her curls to tangle too much.

Just as she set the brush back down, she heard the doorbell. Taking a last look in the mirror, she hurried out of the room to get the door. She hadn't had the time to apply any make-up; then again, she had no one to impress here, so what did it matter?

Taking the stairs two at a time, she got to the front door and opened it just as Jacob was raising his fist to knock. Renesmee leaned against the door and smiled in greeting. He appeared stunned for a moment, his fist still in the air. Her smile widened, he looks so cute, like a little puppy. When she realized what she had been thinking her smile faded, stop that, she admonished herself.

Jacob knew he'd be seeing her again today and he thought he was prepared. He still didn't quite understand what had come over himself yesterday. Yes, she was beautiful, but Jake saw beautiful women all the time and never had he reacted like that before. He had brushed it off, downplaying not only her looks but the chemistry he had felt between them. He was all set to come out today, see her, talk to her, work on her car and then go about the rest of his day as if she were any other customer. But that all changed when she opened the door and he saw her.

Realizing his fist was still in the air; Jake quickly dropped it and smiled sheepishly. "Hey, uh, how's it goin'?" He said as he watched her straighten and tuck her hair behind her right ear. It was damp, and as he thought about how her hair had gotten wet in the first place, he let out a low growl.

Renesmee could have sworn she had heard what sounded like a growl come from Jacob, and she had to suppress the thrill just hearing that one sound had sent through her. Choosing to ignore her bodies reaction she said, "Good, thanks. I really appreciate you coming out here on a Sunday to help me out. It's just that, I'm due back in Seattle tomorrow and if I would've had to wait to get my car checked out I wouldn't have made it. And I really wouldn't have felt safe driving all the way back with the check engine light on." She had no idea why she had told him all of that; it's not like he had asked.

She watched as Jacob nodded his head and gave her an incredibly sexy half smile. As he spoke, she let her eyes travel down the length of him. "It's no problem, really. You're right too; you wouldn't wanna drive all the way back with the light on, even if it turns out to be nothing, it's better to have it checked."

The words barely registered with Renesmee as she let her eyes feast on the man standing in front of her. At 5'8, she wasn't short by female standards, but even standing in the house and being a step above him, she still just barely came to his chin. He was wearing a black shirt and jeans. The shirt wasn't tight, but fitted, and it stretched appealingly over the muscles of his chest and arms. His skin was a delicious bronze color that reminded her of the sun and she had a feeling it would be warm to the touch. She gave herself just a moment to enjoy the sight of him and then let her eyes travel back up to his face. Jacob was still smiling casually at her, but something she saw in his eyes made her think that her perusal of his body had not gone unnoticed by him, and she blushed.

Jake was aware of every move Renesmee made, as she looked him over, he could practically feel his skin tingle. He knew he was decent looking and he had even caught girls checking him out from time to time, but none of them had ever made him feel the way Renesmee did with just one look. When he saw her cheeks go up in flames, he felt as if he couldn't breathe. It took him a moment to get himself under control. "Okay, I guess I should get out there and get started. I'll come around and let you know what I find out as soon as I know."

Renesmee knew she was making a fool of herself, but she couldn't seem to stop it. She was thankful that Jacob would be outside working on the car and they'd have a lot of distance between them for the rest of the afternoon. "Sounds good," she said. "I left the garage open for you and the keys are on the work bench. Can I bring you anything to drink? It's really hot out there." I'm only trying to be polite. I am not giving myself an excuse to stand outside and watch him work, she told herself.

But Jacob shook his head no, "Nah, I'm good for now. But thanks." With that, Renesmee watched as he turned and started down the walk way. She had thought his front was nice, but that was only because she hadn't seen his back. The same muscles that stretched across his chest, spanned his shoulders, and even through his shirt she could tell that there would be very little fat on his body.

Finally, Jacob vanished around the side of the house, out of her line of sight. Renesmee sighed and shut the door, turning towards the kitchen. Standing in front of the open door for so long had gotten her unbelievably hot, and she needed something to cool herself down.

…..

As she was in the middle of pulling some items out of the fridge to make a salad, Renesmee heard the doorbell. It hadn't been more than a half hour since Jacob had begun work on the car, could he be done already? She thought as she quickly made her was to the door and opened it. "Hey," she said, "Is everything okay?"

Jacob laughed lightly and he had a sparkle in his eyes that made them shine. "Yeah, everything's good, more than good actually. I'm all done," and he chuckled again.

Done? That was quick. He really is good. Renesmee thought while saying. "Already? So what was the problem?"

"Well, uh, it was your gas cap." He said, still looking amused.

"My gas cap?" Renesmee asked; a look of disbelief on her face.

Jacob nodded and said, "Yeah, see, a lot of cars these days have sensors around the gas tank. When you fill up, if you don't tighten the gas cap real good, there won't be enough pressure in the tank. That can trigger the sensor which can cause the light to come on."

Renesmee was dumbfounded, she had never heard of this before; not that she knew anything about cars, but she would've thought she would have known something so simple.

Jacob continued when Renesmee didn't say anything. "I'm actually a little embarrassed I didn't check that out first thing. Would have saved us some time and you some worry. Sorry about that."

Renesmee looked up at Jacob and took note of the tone of his voice and the look on his face. Although he had been smiling at first, she could tell that he had really given himself a hard time about not catching this sooner. She realized that Jacob had a lot of pride in his ability, and he didn't like to be wrong. She really admired that about him. "Well, now I feel silly for making you waste time on your day off to fix something so simple."

Jake cocked his head to the side and gave Renesmee one of those half smiles that she was beginning to get addicted to. "I told you," he started, "It was no problem. Besides, what kind of a guy would I be if I didn't help out a lady in distress?"

Renesmee laughed, "Okay, you're right." She said still smiling. "Come on in for a second while I go get my purse. How much do I owe you?"

Shaking his head Jake said, "Nah-uh, this was on the house."

"No," Renesmee almost shouted. "Not only is it your day off but you came out to me. I am not letting you leave here without some sort of compensation."

Jake couldn't help it, as soon as she mentioned compensation a scene flashed through his mind. In it, he had Renesmee in his arms, her legs were wrapped tightly around his waist and her arms were around his neck with her hands in his hair. He had her pressed against a wall and he could almost feel how good it would be to grind himself into the heat between her legs. He felt his dick twitch at the thought and knew he had to get himself under control, although he was certain he'd be coming back to that scene quite a few times over the next few days; most likely while he was in the shower. He had to clear his throat before he was able to speak, "Listen, Renesmee, it's really not necessary. I didn't have anything else going on this afternoon. The way I see it, what better way is there to spend a Sunday then helping out a pretty girl?" Jesus, now I'm flirting?

Renesmee noticed that it had taken Jacob a moment too long to answer, and she could only guess at what he'd been thinking. And the way he had said her name, with that deep, rough voice of his; she could practically imagine him whispering it into her ear as he pulled her body against his. "Okay, if I can't pay you, can I at least offer you some lunch? I was just about to make something before you rang."

Jake took a moment to consider. He wanted nothing more than to spend some more time with her, and if they were having a meal together, maybe they'd talk as well. If they spoke, maybe he'd learn some more about her, like why she was here in the first place and when she was coming back. "You found my weak spot," he joked, "I've never been able to turn down food. What are we havin'?"

Smiling, Renesmee laughed and said, "Well this house is vacant pretty much all year, so there's not a supply of food kept on site. I went to the market last night and picked up some chicken breasts, I was gonna use the leftovers to make a chicken caesar salad. Is that okay?"

"That sounds perfect. Just give me a minute," Jake said. "I've got some tools I left out and I just wanna put them away in case any rain comes in."

"Of course, just come on in when you're done, the kitchens down this hallway to your right, I'll be in there," Renesmee instructed.

Jake smiled and nodded and made his way back out towards the garage.

…..

Jake sat at a smallish 4 person table in the back right corner of Renesmee's kitchen. When he came in, he had offered to help but she refused, telling him that he was to sit and enjoy and she'd be doing all the work. That little line had conjured up another scene in Jake's head, only this time he was sitting on a couch. His legs were spread at the knees and Renesmee was between them. She had her lips wrapped around him and he watched as her head moved up and down. She was definitely doing all the work, and he was most certainly enjoying.

Once he got that mental image out of his head, he had a hard time speaking for a moment. Renesmee didn't seem to mind, she was currently buzzing around the kitchen putting different things together. Jake never knew a salad could smell so good. Truth be told, he didn't really eat a lot of salads; pizza, meat, pasta, he ate a lot of that stuff, not so many vegetables. But if she was making it for him, he'd eat whatever she had to offer.

Renesmee looked up, saw Jake starring at her and smiled at him. She felt so happy and…free. She loved to cook but unfortunately didn't get much of an opportunity to do it back home. Even though she had already cooked the chicken last night and was just serving it cold, just the simple act of preparing something to share with another person made her happier than she had been in a long time, which was sad when you really thought about it.

Renesmee gathered the last items and added them to the trays. One by one, she brought them to the table, smiling as she set them down. "There, I think we have everything we need. Did I miss anything?" she asked, looking at Jacob.

"Nope," he replied, "I think we got everything we need.

Satisfied, Renesmee sat down across from Jacob and said, "Dig in."

They were both quite for a few minutes as they began eating. Not only had she made the best salad Jake had ever tasted, but she had these thick slices of bread that she had sprinkled shredded cheese on and toasted, Jake was in love. With the food, not the girl, he told himself.

Renesmee was thinking back over the past few days as she ate. Two days ago, she had no clue who the man in front of her was, now they were sitting across from each other eating a meal she had prepared. She hadn't planned on inviting Jacob to stay for lunch, but she wasn't letting herself think about it or the consequences.

Finally coming up for air, Jake looked over at Renesmee, "This is really great. I gotta be honest, I don't eat a lot of vegetables, but if you make them all taste as good as this, I might reconsider."

Chuckling, Renesmee said, "Well I'll take that as a compliment, thank you."

"You're welcome," Jake replied after swallowing another bite, trying his hardest not to show his bad manners and eat with his mouth full. "So where'd you learn to cook?"

"Well," Renesmee started, pausing for a moment to break off and eat a piece of her bread. "I learned from a few different people, most of the women in my family can cook and some of the men as well. My father taught me most of the basics and then my mother, grandmother and Uncle filled in the rest. What about you, can you cook?"

"Not really," Jake said, chuckling. "I'm not that good in the kitchen. I can boil some water for pasta and heat up a can of ragu, throw a frozen pizza in the oven and pour a bowl of cereal, that's about it."

"That," Renesmee said, trying not to laugh, "is so sad."

"Yeah," he started. Renesmee was looking right at Jake, and she didn't miss the pained look that crossed his face. As quickly as it had come, it passed and a sad smile took its place as he spoke "It's just me and my dad at home. Neither of us really knows our way around the kitchen. When they lived at home, my older sisters used to do the cooking, but they're both married now. Rachel still lives close by and she drops off food every now and then, but the rest of the time it's just us two fending for ourselves."

Renesmee noticed that Jacob hadn't mentioned anything about his mom. She was curious, but she didn't want to pry. They may be sitting down, having a nice meal and sharing pleasant conversation, but in reality, he didn't know anything about her. Obviously he had left his mom out on purpose, whatever the reason may be, and it wasn't her place to bring it up.

Jake must have felt the same because after a moment of silence, he changed the subject. "Ya know I've lived in this area all my life, and I never knew this place was out here. It actually took me a couple times driving by to find the turn off from the main road, it's really secluded back here."

"Oh I know," she agreed, "I used to come up here every summer with my family when I was a girl, but I haven't been back in years, and I never drove by myself, it took me forever. By the time I found it last night and got the groceries in and put away, I was so frustrated I just wanted to have a glass of wine and go to bed."

Jacob couldn't believe that Renesmee had come to his small town every year when she was younger and they had never met. Maybe if they had met as teenager's things would have been different; maybe she would have come to a bon fire at La Push; maybe they would have had a summer romance and maybe that would have turned into real love. "So how old were you the last time you were out here?" He asked.

"Well," she began as she tapped her finger against her full bottom lip. "I think I was like 13 or 14. My mother was actually born here and my father and his family moved to the town when he was in high school. Long story short, my parents got married, moved to Seattle to go to college and then had me. By that time my grandparents had moved to Alaska, but they couldn't bring themselves to sell this house. So every year we'd all come back and spend a couple weeks here. But as I got older I got interested in seeing different places, and I'd beg my parents to vacation in Hawaii or the Bahamas or New York. And now this old house sits vacant most of the year. I think my grandmother has a crew come in to keep the place clean and work on the grounds every so often, but no one's really stayed here in a while."

By this time, both Jake and Renesmee had finished eating. Getting up, Jake grabbed the dishes to take them to the sink, brushing off Renesmee when she tried to help. She had prepared the meal, the least he could do was clean up and he told her as much. Renesmee shrugged, she wasn't going to argue, although she loved to cook, she never quite cared to clean up the resulting mess.

Walking towards the hutch on the far left wall, Renesmee asked Jacob, "Do you like wine?"

Jake looked up from the dish he was washing in the sink towards Renesmee. She was pulling down a bottle of wine and two glasses from a middle shelf. Is she really asking me to stay and have a drink with her? He asked himself. "Uh, yeah, wine's good." He answered.

"Good, because I feel like having a glass and I don't want to drink alone two nights in a row." She said as she turned and smiled at him. "I'm gonna take these to the living room, are you okay finishing up in here?"

Jacob couldn't really form any words, so he just nodded.

"Great," she said. "Join me in the living room when you're done," with that Renesmee grabbed the glasses and the bottle of wine and left the kitchen.

…..

Renesmee was laughing so hard she had tears in her eyes. She and Jacob had finished off the bottle of wine about an hour before. They had each had around 2 and half glasses, enough to make her feel relaxed, but not enough to get her drunk; not that she was trying to get drunk.

They had talked about so much; she had never opened up to someone this easily. She was usually a very private person, but he just seemed to bring it out of her. They had started at the beginning; Renesmee speaking mostly about her family and Jake speaking mostly about his friends and school. The one thing Jake hadn't spoken of at all was his mother, and Renesmee had noticed but hadn't asked.

Right now they were in the middle of the horrid teenage years and Jake was telling her about his first attempt at trying to remove a girl's bra; a little private, but it was funny as hell and Renesmee couldn't stop laughing.

"You did not?" She asked after Jake admitted he had somehow elbowed the girl in the face after he finally got it off, causing her to bite down on her tongue so hard it started to bleed.

Jake held up two fingers and said, "Scout's honor," before he burst out laughing as well.

As she laughed, Jake noticed the way her face would scrunch up and how her eyes seemed to glow; he had even gotten her to let out a snort once or twice which he found completely adorable. Looking at the clock, he saw it was getting late and wondered if she had noticed how much time had passed.

Renesmee hadn't been paying attention to the time, but she did catch Jakes glance towards the clock and commented, "I didn't realize it's almost dinner time, do you have somewhere to be?"

Jake was torn, he knew Renesmee would understand if he told her he had to go, but he could see in her eyes that she didn't want him to. On the other hand, he didn't know where they'd end up if he stayed any longer. He had to find out if she had any plans to come back again; it was crazy, he had just met the women, but something in his gut told him that he could have a future with her if she would just give him a real chance. And believing that, he couldn't settle for just one night with her. "Yeah, I've got some things I've gotta take care of, I really should get going."

He watched as Renesmee nodded and got up from the couch they had been sitting on. Following her lead, Jake stood and faced her. They stood across from each other, neither moving towards the door nor saying anything to the other for a moment, just starring. Jake began to feel that same electric current pass between them, only this time it was stronger, and he felt as if it were pulling him towards her. He wanted to take her in his arms and run his fingers through her copper curls as he kissed her deeply, nipping and sucking on her full bottom lip. But he fought for control and won, he couldn't let his desire for this woman get the best of him. Instead, he moved away, making his way towards the front door.

When he reached the door, he stopped and turned. He knew if she'd agree to see him again, he'd stay if that's what she wanted. Renesmee had followed and was standing closer this time, he'd barely have to reach out to touch her and his fingers tingled in anticipation. Looking down into her eyes he asked, "Will I see you again?"

Jake watched as she sighed and lowered her head. He braced himself, until she said the words, there was still a chance, he could still hope. As she lifted her eyes back towards his, she spoke, "I don't know, it's complicated."

Jake nodded; he could trick himself into believing that he could have a future with a girl like this. But at the end of the day, he was just some mechanic that lived with his old man on the local reservation, and she was a rich chick from the city. He was right to leave, he wouldn't have been anything more than a one night stand to her; they had no future. Jake accepted that and turned to leave. With his hand on the door knob, he paused; he was giving her one chance to change her mind. When she said nothing, Jacob felt a pain in his chest that he couldn't explain. She was just another chick, it shouldn't hurt so much. Gathering what was left of his pride; Jake opened the door and walked out.