A/N: I don't have much time to type anything witty or funny. So I just want you to enjoy! :)

Chapter 07
Surprise Visit

My day was almost half over when I felt the hot air from outside flush against my skin. I was wiping down a table by the front door and hadn't really been expecting anyone. This was the slowest time of the day for us, other than the time between breakfast and lunch.

I glanced over my shoulder and wanted to climb underneath the table I was cleaning. Why was he torturing me? Hadn't he done enough of that? Was he the kind of guy that got off on this kind of stuff?

"Hey Mols," He grinned at me.

What I wouldn't give to slap that stupid look right off his face. I ignored him and walked back to the counter, slipping under it so I could make him his coffee so that he could leave. I grabbed a coffee cup and poured some rich black coffee in to the to-go cup.

"Still take it black two sugars?" I asked him not bothering to look up to see where he was or what he was doing.

"You got it," His voice was too close for comfort.

I told myself not to look up, but I completely ignored my own thoughts. I looked up and those blue eyes were staring back at me, half of his body leaning over the counter.

I watched him for a second and he eyed me up from his position, "Think I could slip back there and we could reminisce?"

I stopped pouring his coffee and looked at him disgusted. I was not about to go there with him, this was going way be on what I had asked for.

"Why are you doing this, Donnie?" I slammed his coffee down in front of him, a look of impatience spreading across my face.

He was lucky that there were a few stragglers using the Wi-Fi or else I'd seriously hit him. He stared at me, his eyes staring in to mine like I was going to give him the answer to his question. He wasn't going to find it here.

"I don't know," He answered with a small smile.

I groaned and looked at the door, "I think you need to leave."

Donovan didn't budge, "I said I was sorry," he leaned forward. "Isn't that enough?"

I pursed my lips together, looking over his shoulders at the customers that were starting to look our way. I did not want to be their source of entertainment for the day, I had done that once and I would never do it again.

"To answer your question," I let my gaze drift back to those impossibly blue eyes. "No, it isn't enough."

"What will it take for you to forgive me?"

"A lot more than this," I stated carefully, I was not going to let my guard down. "But I honestly believe that it's time for you to leave," I mused.

I heard the door open and did not want anymore customers to have to watch this. I glanced over his shoulder and felt my breath catch in my throat. I don't think I've ever had that happen before, and honestly think I forgot how to breathe.

"Jacob," His name fell from my mouth before I had a chance to stop myself.

Donovan glanced at me and then in the direction that I was staring. I couldn't see anything he did after that. All I could see was the large smile that was on Jacob's face as he strode towards me, no hesitation in his step at all.

"Hey Molly," He sat down a few seats away from where Donovan stood, I noticed him look away from me and to the guy standing in front of me, his perfect eyebrows arched and he seemed interested in what was going on. "Do you have a problem?"

I shook my head and glanced at Donovan. You know that saying 'If looks could kill?' I rarely ever used it, but right now it fit perfectly to the situation. Donovan was staring at Jacob like the young Native American boy stole his girlfriend.

"You know this guy?" Donovan turned back to look at me.

I was having a hard time concentrating, and an even more difficult time keeping my eyes off of Jacob. I wanted to keep looking at him, he had plagued my thoughts all morning and I kept his picture in the pocket of my apron. My gaze had drifted back to him or that was until Donovan waved his hand in front of my face.

"Mols," His tone told me that he was annoyed. I thought hard to take my eyes off of Jacob, and it was literally an internal struggle. I looked at him. "Do you know him?"

"Yes," I replied simply. He looked at me as if he was waiting for an explanation, but I didn't owe him that. I didn't owe him anything. "Donovan this is Jacob, Jacob this is Donovan."

Jacob stood up and stuck his hand out to Donovan. I was surprised to see that Jacob was quite a bit taller than Donovan, and he wasn't short, in the slightest. Donovan was probably closer to 6'3 and Jacob was at least a few inches taller than that.

Donovan looked up at him and grabbed his hand in a vice-like grip. I would definitely have to apologize to Jacob about him as soon as he left. I noticed the firm handshake between the two, like two alphas trying to show that one was stronger than the other.

I ignored the thought, apparently I still couldn't get the wolf, or the wolf references out of my head. Not that I really minded. Thoughts of Jacob and my wolf made me think less of Donovan and anything else that I didn't necessarily care much to think about.

"Nice to meet you Donovan," Jacob's voice was low and deep and rumbled deep in his chest.

"You too," Donovan let go of his hand and I watched him flex it a few times. Donovan turned back to the counter snatching his coffee. "I'll see you later, Molly… we need to talk…"

I didn't say anything but watched him leave before turning my attention back to Jacob. I wasn't expecting to see him here; I had never seen him here before. I decided to find my voice and ask him my question.

"Would you believe me if I said I was in the neighborhood?" He asked with that charming grin on his face.

I narrowed my eyes, "Doubtful,"

He looked down at the counter, "I wanted to see you again," I noticed that he looked like he was holding back from his answer, but I decided to ignore it leaning against the counter.

"That's good to hear," I responded to him, my eyes slowly roaming from his white t-shirt down to the khaki shorts that were half-hiding behind the counter. Though, I have to say that I kind of wish he didn't wear the shirt. I'm only human after all. "Because I wanted to see you too,"

He seemed pleased by my response. He glanced at the coffee machine and I pointed to it.

"Would you like a cup?"

"Actually, it's too hot out there to drink coffee…"

"Water?"

"That'd be great,"

I couldn't get over how amazingly white his teeth were; they just gleamed elegantly against his brown skin tone. He was absolutely beautiful. It was a bit scary actually; I never really thought someone that was so large and muscular could be beautiful.

"When do you get off?" He asked carefully.

"Late," I mused, unhappy with the answer.

"Will you be going to the lake again?" He asked.

I didn't want to say yes, because I was hoping of going out there and seeing my wolf. I felt a small void not knowing if he was alright, or if he had left. It was a sort of unsettling feeling. I pursed my lips together and tilted my head to the side.

"I don't know… I sort of planned on it."

"If I may ask," Jacob cocked his head slightly accepting the bottle water I handed him; we kept bottles in the fridge for the baristas. I silently responded by nodding my head. "Why do you go up to the lake?"

"Well," I looked down at the counter and sighed. "A couple of different reasons…" His penetrating gaze was so familiar, but I just couldn't pin point it. It was open, as if he was telling me exactly where I had seen him before, but just wasn't saying it out loud. "I love taking pictures out there…" I paused and his look told me to continue. "And… I sort of just like hanging out there, you know with nature…"

I toothy grin spread across his face, "Ever meet anyone worth meeting?"

I gave him a small coy grin and lifted my shoulder, "I don't know… there was this one guy…" I pursed my lips together and could have sworn I heard him growl in the back of his throat. My hand instinctively shot out and held the top of his. "I was kidding, I meant you…"

My hand felt so right on top of his. The warmth he gave off seemed natural, though I knew it wasn't, but didn't say anything. He looked a bit more at ease.

"Then why didn't you say that?"

I laughed and squeezed his hand, it felt so right. I couldn't pull my hand away from him.

"I was trying to flirt with you," I answered boldly.

His mouth formed a round O shape and I simply smiled at him. It was really admirable how he seemed to be out of the loop on this kind of thing. And I thought I was hanging out in the middle of nowhere here in Gunnison.

Apparently he was the jealous type, not that I really minded.

Obviously he wasn't used to girls flirting with him, though I couldn't see why. I found myself wanting to wrap myself around him in ways that weren't exactly 'G' rated. I shoo k my head, I couldn't think like that, not when I had an entire shift left to cover.

"Sorry," He mumbled a hint of pink in his cheeks.

"It's ok," I let out a small laugh, not daring to remove my hand from on top of his. I didn't really care if it was polite or not. He was warm, and comfortable. It felt so natural to touch him.

He seemed to recover quickly and decided to ask me another question. This time it caught me a little off guard. He asked me if I knew anything about the large animal spotting that must have been going around both Pitkin and Gunnison. I shied away from the question, shaking my head.

"Really, you seem to spend a lot of time up there," He mused those amazing lips pulled tight across his teeth.

"Nope, no strange animals. Maybe an outlandishly large squirrel but no wolves…"

"Wolves?" Is it possible to be in love with the way a person says something? Because I thought when he said my name last night that I felt my heart skip a beat, but the way he said 'wolves' just tossed me in to the deep end. I don't know why, but the way it was deep and husky, it was just amazing the way he said it. "I didn't say anything about wolves,"

"Oh, no…" I shook my head biting my lip nervously. "My dad said they thought they saw a large bear or wolf,"

The look on his face when I said wolf was vaguely close to what I had just experienced. I smiled and shrugged my shoulder leaning against the counter. I was hoping to keep him here as long as possible.

I had a feeling that if Jacob was around that Donovan would probably leave me alone. And, on top of that, I really enjoyed his company, not to mention of course the fact that he's incredibly hot.

"Ah, I see…" Jacob nodded his head and took a sip of the water. He stepped away from the bar. "It was really good to see you Molly, I hope to be able to see you soon…"

"Me too," I responded instinctively.

"Maybe tonight?"

I smiled and nodded my head slightly. I wanted to see him again, but a part of me really wanted to see my wolf. And I had a feeling that if Jacob were around that the wolf wouldn't be there.

"Great,"

He gave me a large, toothy grin and slipped out of the front door before I could even register that he had risen from his spot at the counter. I sighed heavily. I really wanted to run after him and make him stay until my shift was over, but I figured that would be kind of strange.

I didn't even know him, why did I want to spend the rest of my day with him?

I couldn't help but answer myself now. I felt like we were invisibly lassoed together when he was that close; like we had some kind of strange, unheard of bind. My stomach filled with butterflies and my head just couldn't seem to think straight.

"Molly," I turned around and noticed Mr. Greene come to me with a small grin on his face.

"What's up?"

"Why don't you take a break, you deserve one…" He smiled at me.

I didn't argue, which normally I would, but instead I tore off my apron and headed out of the front door. Maybe I could catch Jacob. Maybe I could rope him in to getting something to eat with me. I looked around and didn't see his tall frame anywhere.

"Where'd you go?" I asked out loud looking around confused.

"Who you lookin' for?" A voice came from behind me.

I turned around quickly and noticed Jacob leaning coolly against the brick of The Bean. I smiled at him and took a few steps his way.

"Well this guy that came in to see me earlier…" I gave him a playful glance. This wasn't usually how I am. I really am not that good at flirting, but it just came so easily when he was around. "He's got this gorgeous complexion, dark brown hair that's kind of shaggy and hangs in these handsome brown eyes…" A small grin lifted at the corner of his mouth and I winked at him. "You haven't seen him around anywhere have you?"

He snapped his fingers, "I think you just missed him."

He was playing along this time. I smiled and eyed him up, he was crouched down a little, and all-the-while leaning against the shop, making him appear just a little bit shorter.

"I think you might do,"

He laughed and looked away a blush crept on to his cheeks, I couldn't help but smile delighted with his response. I glanced at the shop and back at him.

"I got a break; do you want to grab something to eat?" He looked a bit apprehensive, "My treat,"

"I can't let you do that," He shook his head.

"Oh c'mon, don't be all chivalrous or whatever just let me buy you lunch… it'll make me feel better…"

"You're not feeling well?" His brows furrowed slightly and he gave me a look of genuine concern.

I laughed and shook my head, "I feel fine, but you'll hurt my feelings if you reject me."

The look decapitated from his face and he looked around, "Ok,"

"Unless you've got a hot date or something," I reached for his arm to pull him off of the wall. I was craving Taco Bell for some unbeknownst reason, it just sounded really good. His arm reacted to me and our fingers brushed just slightly and I felt that warm electrical current run throughout my body. It was an incredible feeling.

"No hot dates," He shook his head sheepishly, he slipped his hand further in to mine, grasping on to my, much smaller, hand. "Unless of course, this is a date…"

I didn't say anything, just simply blushed a response.

He pulled himself away from the wall and stood up next to me, his full height on complete display. Wow, he was really tall. Tall and lean. I couldn't believe the height difference. He had to be over a foot taller than me.

I craned my neck up to look at him, "You're freakishly tall…." His face contorted from his playful grin to an almost wounded look. I grabbed his bicep with my free hand and shook my head. "Sorry, I didn't mean it in a bad way."

His face relaxed, "It's ok…"

"Taco Bell?" I asked cheerfully trying to calm the mood.

"Sounds good," He nodded his head carefully.

I didn't say anything else, but then again I didn't have to. Scarily, I was comfortable walking down the side of the road holding on to the hand of an absolute stranger. A boy that I had met out by Maroon Bells, a boy that I had no idea where he came from or why he had been shirtless and shoeless the first time we met. A boy whose last name I didn't even know.

He held open the door for the Taco Bell for me and I slipped in carefully. I decided that I needed to know more about him if I was going to be flaunting him around town like this. Jacob motioned for me to go ahead and order and I did. He ordered after me, though he looked like he was holding back.

"Get whatever you want," I told him, not caring how much money I spent. It was only Taco Bell, after all.

He looked at me concerned and I shook my head, just giving him the go-ahead to order any more that he might want. And he did, I wasn't surprised that he could eat so much. I did grow up with an older brother who ate enough for three people my size.

I leaned against the railing and he gave me a small smile, "So Jacob, what's your last name?"

"Black," He answered automatically.

"Jacob Black." I said his name firmly and craned my neck to look up at his handsome face.

"What's your last name, Molly?"

"Landon,"

He nodded his head and looked forward, the look that crossed his face looked like he was saying my name to himself, in his head. I couldn't blame him, I had been doing the same thing. Part of me wanted to know his last name, for adolescent reasons. What if I was at home doodling and staring off in to space like I used to do in Junior High and wanted to see how his name would look attached to mine?

I could imagine myself doodling little bubble hearts with our names etched in to the middle of them. Or practicing to sign my name as Molly Black. I shook the thought away as soon as it hit. I shouldn't be thinking like that. I don't even know this guy, I don't even know if he's over the age of eighteen, or if he lives here, or if he's just going to school, or anything.

We grabbed our food and sat down; I slowly unwrapped my hard taco and stared across the table at him. I wanted to know everything I could about him in the next fifteen minutes. I wanted a crunch session of nothing but facts about Jacob Black.

"Do you want to ask me something, Molly?" He asked carefully eyeing me up.

I blushed and glanced down at my food, "Is it that obvious?"

He smiled, "You're very easy for me to read,"

I laughed nervously and shrugged my shoulders, "It's just that I feel like I know you, but I don't. I don't know anything about you at all."

"Then ask me," He took a bite of his taco.

"Anything?"

"Anything."

"You'll tell me the truth?"

"Always."

I stared at him, the way he said that made goose bumps raise on my arms. Wow, it was so effective the way he talked to me, like he was so sure about everything. I smiled and followed his lead biting in to my own taco.

I waited until my mouth was clear to start asking questions, "How old are you?"

"Eighteen."

His first answer blew me out of the water. He was only eighteen. Wow, I would have pinned him closer to my age, at least. Not that he looked old, he just looked so much more mature than eighteen.

"Really?"

"I told you I'd tell you the truth," He smiled taking another bite.

"Ok," I nodded, thought I was a bit weirded out by the fact that I'm obviously crushing over is a few years my junior. "Where are you from?"

"La Push, Washington" He answered almost robotically. "Right outside of Forks,"

My entire body stiffened. He was from Washington, too? How ironic was that. I stared at him, harder than I had when I found out that he was just a baby.

"Washington?" I asked.

"Yes,"

"I live in Washington," My voice was dull. I continued to stare at him, not daring to blink.

"But you live here, don't you?" He asked carefully.

I sighed and rubbed my eyes, "I live here, but only for school…" Jacob raised an eyebrow at me and I decided to elaborate. "My parents are divorced. I lived with my mother in Seattle until I graduated from High School, then I moved here to Colorado to go to school so I could spend time with my dad."

"Seattle, really?" His eyes seemed to light up brightly at the sound of this.

"Yeah," I realized that La Push was the local reservation for the Quileute Indians. It all made perfect sense to me, but was pretty ironic that I would run in to him here, of all places, Colorado. "What brings you to Colorado?"

I watched him carefully, he scratched the back of his head and he smiled shortly.

"Just passing through,"

"Back to Washington?" I asked.

"Actually," His eyes looked away from me and he seemed to be trapped in his current thoughts, "I went back to Washington, but I was passing through to leave…"

"Where were you going?" I asked curiously.

A small smile lifted on his lips, he gave a lazy shrug, "I'm not sure,"

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