A/N: Extras long chapter tonight. It wasn't originally this long but when I went back to look it over before posting I felt like it needed more. That's what happens when I go back through; I'm never satisfied.

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Mortified!

That's how I felt after the comment Edward made about my pj's. It's one thing to know people are probably thinking crazy things about me but it's so much worse when they actually say it out loud. I could have gone on just pretending he never saw me in my pajamas. But now I felt like I could never face him again.

When I got in my apartment, I quickly ran to my shower and took the longest shower ever, then spent an hour straightening and styling my hair and putting makeup on, which is something I very rarely did, and then I put on the most stylish outfit I owned. I did all this for no apparent reason other than to feel better about myself. Edward's comment from earlier made me feel very self conscious.

I deliberately left the house even though I had nowhere to go just so he could see me all done up and just maybe have a different opinion of me than the silly woman who gets hurt all the time and lounges in her pajamas all day long.

I walked past the moving truck and a couple times I tripped over my own feet since I was wearing high heels, which is something I wear maybe twice a year. In the corner of my eye I could see him watching and even smirking. I pretended to ignore him while getting into my car and pulling out of my parking spot. I drove around for a little while until I ended up at my dad's house. He was lying on the couch watching baseball when I walked in. He glanced in my direction for a second, then did a double take and sat up. I plopped down in the chair across from him and put on my best pouty face.

"What's wrong?" my dad asked.

"Nothing," I answered.

"Why are you all dressed up yet look miserable? Were you stood up? Who was it and I'll go scare the shit out of him for you," he offered. I laughed at his suggestion but shook my head.

"I wasn't stood up. I just felt like getting dressed up."

He raised an eyebrow and cocked his head to one side. "You got all dressed up just to come over to your dear old dad's house and mope in his chair?" Nothing got past my dad. That's the bad thing about being the daughter of a police officer. I could never get anything past him.

"I was just trying to… I don't know."

My dad chuckled under his breath and then couldn't hold it in any longer before he was busting up laughing. "Does this have anything to do with the new doctor in town?" he asked in between giggles.

"How do you do that?" I asked irritated by the way he always knew everything.

"It's a gift," he answered. "Now, what is all this business with you dressing up for the new doctor?"

"I wasn't dressing up for him. I just wanted him to see me without blood all over me or in my pajamas."

"I saw you had some new stitches. What happened?" he asked.

"I just got a small cut," I said waving it off as if it was no big deal.

"That's how I knew you had seen the doctor. I met him the other day and he seems like a nice guy. He's not a bad looking fella either. Although, being related to Doctor Cullen I can't imagine anyone in that family looking bad. They all look like models. I mentioned you to him. I told him I had a beautiful daughter he might be interested in."

"He rides a motorcycle," I blurted in an accusatory tone. If there was one thing my dad didn't like was people who ride motorcycles. He'd seen far too many accidents from motorcycles in his life and growing up all I ever heard was I better not ever get on the back of a motorcycle with anyone.

"Does he?" he asked. "Well, I hope I don't end up scraping the new doctor's brains off the highway."

"He wears a helmet," I said in a defensive way. One minute ago I was trying to make my dad not like him and now I'm defending him. What's wrong with me?

"So, you like this guy, don't you?" he asked with a wide smile and wink. He was never one for subtlety.

I rolled my eyes and looked at the blank TV in front of me. "No. I don't know. I don't think I do, I'm just kind of fascinated by him since he's new in town." He gave me a skeptical look like he thought I was lying. I didn't want to even admit to myself that I liked him. I barely knew him. I was attracted to him; who wouldn't be? But I still didn't know anything about him. He could very well be one of those killer doctors who move to small towns so he's not found. I was set on this possible killer thing with him just because he was so mysterious and that would be just my luck to fall for the serial killer doctor who lives below me. It was a lifetime movie in the making. "Even if I do, he'd never see me as anything other than a complete moron. I can't even walk up a flight of stairs without tripping."

"Yes, this is true, which still makes me wonder why you chose to have an upstairs apartment. But regardless of your tendency to get yourself in trouble you are beautiful and a fun person to spend time with. Any man would be a fool to not see that in you," he said.

I smiled knowing in my dad's eyes I was perfect yet no one else saw me that way. "I doubt anyone has ever seen me like you do. But it doesn't matter anyway. I'm not even going to bother because I'll end up ruining it anyway. It's what I'm good at." Every relationship I'd ever been in ended badly and I'm not about to attempt another with someone I barely know.

"That's a good thing," he commented. "I'd rather you stay a daddy's girl forever than get caught up with some man who rides a motorcycle." I laughed and walked over to give my dad a hug. My dad could always make me feel better when I was having a bad day.

On my way home, I stopped and picked up some Chinese food at the one and only Chinese restaurant in town. When I pulled into my parking spot, I looked over at the moving truck which still sat in front of Edward's apartment. No one was in sight at first but then it happened. Around the side of the apartment, Edward walked out wearing nothing but his jeans and tennis shoes. His shirt was off revealing quite a display of tattoos. I knew he had one on his arm when I saw it earlier, but now I could clearly see he had one on each bicep, one on his chest, and the ones on his forearms. When he turned around to carry another box up to the door, I even saw another, rather large tattoo on his back. He moved so fast I couldn't make any of them out except for the one on his back which looked like a dragon just like on his motorcycle.

I watched him lift a box and saw glistening droplets of sweat run down his toned back. I couldn't help but think one thing. What kind of a doctor looks this sexy? He had to be a killer.

A/N: I know, she's a little crazy but with all the bad luck and mishaps she's had, she's weary of everything. Real question here. Does anyone want an EPOV in an upcoming chapter? I have gotten asked a few times if I plan to do one and originally I didn't plan on it; at least not yet. Should I make an exception so everyone can see what's going on in Edward's head?