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Okay, I'll just give you the chapter before Jane decides to do something stupid on me.

The Doctors
Saturday

"Wow, Carlisle, your house is amazing," gushed one of the female doctors as the mass of living geniuses came through the door. I punched Emmett's ribs and gestured towards the brunette doing all but clinging onto him. Emmett started laughing and both the brunette doctor and Carlisle looked up.

"Score!" Emmett yelled, and bounded upstairs. Carlisle stared at me quizzically. I shook my head. Trust me, you don't want to know, I mouthed to him. It was true. He didn't.

A loud crash boomed from the kitchen, followed by the clanking of silverware. "Beee-lllaaaa!" Edward shrieked from the kitchen, sounding like a drowning cat. I stifled a smile and went to the kitchen to find...

...a huge mess of peanut butter, both chunky and creamy, strawberry jam and the whole drawer of utensils all over the kitchen. A glob of peanut butter dripped steadily from the ceiling. I stared at the mess in horror. Esme and Carlisle appeared behind me, both gasping. "What happened?" I asked in disbelief.

"I was decorating the cookies," Edward wailed. "Then Fido over there came and upset everything!" He pointed furiously at a, well, huge black Lab that was sitting down licking the peanut butter eagerly. I blinked, and suddenly all three of us-Carlisle, Esme and me-were laughing.

"It's not funny!" Edward pouted, looking incredibly like his seven-year-old self. "That dog just ruined my-" He broke off his sentence with a huge gasp and turned to the tray of cookies on the counter. Blobs of peanut butter covered the cookies, but otherwise they were fine. I giggled and went over to help him with his precious cookies.

"I swear, Edward, sometimes I wonder if you've grown up at all," I teased, flinging a newspaper at Fido, who was still licking up the mess on the floor. Maybe he'd clean up the whole floor and end up in hospital with indigestion. I was fairly sure it wasn't healthy for dogs to eat Skippy's.

"He hasn't," Carlisle assured me. "He's even worse than Emmett because with Emmett you expect it. With Edward, it's much more random."

I burst out laughing while Edward glared at Carlisle. "Thanks so much, Dad."

"Anytime, son," Carlisle answered, pretending not to notice the sarcasm. He winked at me and I smiled politely back. Edward looked from me to Carlisle and back to me.

"Please do not tell me you were flirting with my father," Edward said, horrified. I stared at him.

"What?!" I demanded before cracking up again. "What are you on, Edward, drugs? Why the hell would I be flirting with Carlisle?"

Edward shrugged sheepishly, clearing up the last chunk of peanut butter and putting on a coat of glaze. "Sheer paranoia?"

"Sheer idiocy, that's more like it," I laughed, helping him arrange the cookies on the plate nicely. "Edward, sorry to break it to you, but as good-looking as Carlisle is, he's still, what, twenty years older? And I doubt he's into paedophilia."

"I hope he isn't," Edward said, shuddering. I smiled and took one of the plates from him. I nudged his side and we walked out, each carrying one huge plate overflowing with Nerd cookies.

We emerged from the cosy, warm atmosphere of the kitchen to come out in a refined room with several people in suits and cocktail dresses. To be honest, I was a little intimidated by all the finery. Everywhere I looked I saw adults sipping red wine and eating escargots-which Edward later told me he had tried and found to be horrible.

"I'm starting to think maybe I should have made something else instead," Edward murmured to me. "Something like éclairs seems more appropriate." I could understand his nervousness. This was a cocktail party, and somehow cookies didn't fit into the scene. I didn't mention this to Edward, though. I poked his ribs.

"Relax. If they don't like them, Emmett and me will finish the lot to make you feel better, even if it does cause indigestion," I added.

Edward rolled his eyes at me. "Was that meant to make me feel better, Bella? Because it's not working."

"Cheer up."

I felt like a surfer in a tidal wave made out of bodies as we made our way to the long buffet-like table draped with a silky white sheet and set our plates down on the first empty slot we saw. The decorated cookies looked weirdly out of place against the numerous plates of oysters, snails, and itty bitty diet salads.

"Cookies!" Emmett bellowed, charging down the stairs. Jasper came running after him and executed a perfect leap over Emmett, looking as though he was playing leap frog. Both of them muscled their way through the crowd and to the plate.

"Cookies? That's a welcome change," someone muttered, and almost immediately a group of people started towards the five dozen cookies set out on the table. I nudged Edward, grinning.

"So much for cookies not being elegant enough," I mumbled, smiling at Edward's shocked expression as cookie after cookie vanished. He slung a hand around my waist and leaned on me a little, as if he needed the support.

"Wow, these are damn good," someone commented.

A woman laughed. "Jack, these are doctor cookies. Look at the faces!"

Immediately there was a ripple of laughter. Edward blushed furiously.

Then the door open and a gust of cold air swept in. The crowd parted to let the visitor in, murmuring their appreciation as the latecomer entered the mob. I looked up and felt something cold slither down my back.

"Well, well. Who would have thought it? Cookies, here at a gathering for professionals? How...quaint," a soft voice purred. I felt Edward's hand tighten around my waist as I stared at the slimy eyes of Jane.

She was dressed in a clingy, skin tight red dress that flared out at the hips. And though she was at least a head shorter than me, I felt intimidated. I looked down at my ensemble of ripped jeans and a blouse, and felt painfully self-conscious. Jane looked beautiful and kind and gentle.

It absolutely scared me.

"Jane," Edward said politely, inclining his head. I didn't acknowledge her. I mean, seriously, why should I? The girl basically just insulted me her first day in Forks and acted like a complete bitch to me afterwards. Her behaviour was puzzling and infuriating and downright stupid. Add that to the fact that she was after Edward, my boyfriend, and I wouldn't spit on her if she was on fire. Hell, I'd probably dance around her.

Her slimy dark eyes slithered to me. "Bella," she said. I blinked. Wow, she was good. She sounded almost...friendly.

"Jane," I said unwillingly. Jane smirked, and looked towards the door.

"She's late," she muttered, almost to herself. What, could someone be ever later than Jane already was? I stared at Jane. Didn't she even realize she herself was late?

"Who?" Edward asked, curiously. Jane opened her mouth to answer, but then the door opened again, letting in another flux of cold air. I looked through the mass of people dressed up and my mouth fell open.

"Hi, guys," a familiar, skanky voice drawled.

First Jane, now Lauren? Someone was out to get me.