OMG!!! I updated! I was beginning to wonder if it would ever happen. RL has reared its ugly head and kicked my ass.

As always Stephanie Meyers owns Twilight, and I only wish I were part of that world...

BPOV

I stood in front of the full length mirror wringing my hands together. I could not remember ever feeling this nervous before. I had not dated anyone since the tenth grade, and this was a whole new world for me. I had a bad habit of rambling whenever I got nervous; what if I ended up fucking up, saying the wrong thing, or offending Edward? I rechecked my hair, wondering if I should pull it back instead of leaving it in loose ringlets around my face. I didn't want to give the wrong impression and pulling it back was more casual, right?

Edward was due to arrive in less than ten minutes, and I had to admit I was vibrating with excitement. The more time I had to think about our 'date,' the more excited I got. Would he try to kiss me again? God I hope so. He may have only kissed my lips once before, but ever since then I had been yearning for him to do it again. I was truly addicted to Edward Cullen, whether I liked it or not. My mind kept wandering back to the pool hall and the tequila shots; Edward had completely thrown me for a loop. I had hoped my forward attempt in front of Jessica would, one: make her back off and two: make Edward stumble a bit. It was a rare opportunity that I got to make Edward feel uncomfortable, but did he feel the least bit taken aback by my forward advances at the pool hall last week? No; not only did he take it in stride, he came back with a vengeance, and oh my GOD! When he licked my neck, I wanted to melt. The heat I felt building between my legs when he was that near to me was unpalatable. If we had not been in the presence of so many people I think I would have lost all self control and drug him to the nearest restroom to molest him.

I turned from the mirror and went into my walk in closet to pull out a pair of jeans, but at the last second, I decided instead to wear a blue jean mini skirt with my long sleeve white cotton, button down v-neck top. I undid the buttons just enough to show some slight cleavage, but not enough to make it seem like I was hanging out of my top. I slipped on my black chucks, grabbed my purse, checked my makeup in the mirror and walked out into the living room.

"So, is it too much, or should I go change back into my jeans? Please guys, be honest," I said to Rose and Alice who were both sitting on the couch watching 'What Not To Wear" on TLC. They looked up at me, assessing me with their eyes. Rose spoke up first.

"I like it, Bella. It says 'come get me', but with the Chucks & top it also says 'I'm not easy'. I think it's a good choice for a first date. Do you know what he has planned?"

"Other than him cooking me dinner, I have no idea. But he'll be here any minute, so tell me, truly guys, do I look good?" I asked, as I did a 360 spin.

"Bella," Alice said, "you look amazing and I don't think he'll be able to resist you tonight."

"Well, that's not exactly what I was going for, but it'll do." I said laughing.

I was just turning to walk into the kitchen to get a glass of water when I heard the door bell ring. Taking a deep breath I turned toward the front door and went to meet my maker. When I opened the front door up, what I saw took my breath away.

Edward was dressed from head to toe in black. He was dressed in black jeans, a snug black thermal long sleeve Henley, with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows, exposing his wonderful muscular arms, and black Doc Martens. His hair was tousled, and it screamed come fuck me. I could tell he had been running his fingers through it, and wondered briefly if he was a nervous as I was. You would never be able to tell by the grin he had on his face; it was priceless, like he knew a secret I was not in on.

"Bella, you look absolutely beautiful this evening," he said, holding out his hand to take mine.

Placing my hand in his he turned it over and placed a kiss right in the center of my palm. It took me back to the first time he had kissed my hand, that kiss, as hot as it was, was nothing compared to the heat I felt with this one. For some reason the kiss on my palm spoke volumes, telling me exactly what he wanted and reminding me that I was very close to giving in and letting him have it. Looking into his eyes, a shiver went up my spine.

"Are you cold?" he asked me.

"No, I'm fine. Would you like to come in for a minute while I get my jacket and my purse?"

"I'd love to, thank you."

Edward followed me into the living room where I picked up my things. He comfortably stood beside the couch while I gathered my stuff. Rose and Alice turned to assess him like a father would his high school teenager.

"Good evening, ladies. I expected you both to be at the bar tonight. Did you decide to take the night off?"

"Hi Edward!" Alice said, giving him her most intimidating, cheerful smile. "We actually stayed here just for you; we'll be going after you leave."

"Oh my God, Alice! Could you be any more obvious?" I was completely mortified, I had wondered why they were both home; there was usually at least one of us at the bar most nights, especially on a Friday evening. But I was so preoccupied worrying about my date with Edward that I put it out of my mind. "Edward, I'm so sorry for Alice's rude behavior." I walked over to him so we could leave, grabbed his hand a pulled him toward the door. "Goodbye you two, go to work!" I said, as I gave Alice a look that let her know that we would be discussing this further later.

"'Bye Bella, have fun and don't stay out too late," Rose snickered as we walked out the front door.

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The drive to Edward's took about ten minutes; we made small talk which led to work talk which led to music talk. It never occurred to me with Edward being in the music business that we would actually have so much in common in that area. When I looked at Edward, I perceived him as a man that would be more into a bluesy Jazz, or classic rock, never mind the fact that he hosted a radio show that focused on pop/rock and the top 100. I glanced down, noticing Edward's iPod was lying in the cubby hole of his console, I was dying to pick it up and see what was on his playlists.

"May I?" I asked pointing to the MP3 Player.

"Of course," Edward replied with a half grin, looking at me, his green eyes were pools of appeal. "My iPod is your iPod." He let out a short laugh.

I picked it up and scrolled through, making selections until I got to his playlists. He had many of the songs on his that I had on mine, and as I scrolled through to the B's I noticed a song that made my face turn red.

"Bella," he said grinning, "you look a little flushed. Do you need me to turn on the air?"

He was laughing at me again. How did I let him do this to me? One minute I was fine, the next I was blushing like a school girl. Eventually I'd grow out of this phase...I hoped.

I gave him a sideways glance, lowering my thick lashes and laughing it off; no need to get myself all worked up. "No Thanks. I think I'll be okay." I glanced back down and resumed looking through his IPod, I was about three quarters through his playlist when I looked up at him and burst out, "You have Sugarcult on here! I've never run across anyone who even knows who they are. That alone moves you up several notches in my book."

"You really know who they are?" Edward asked. "I've loved their music for years; they remind me of early eighties rock/punk. Kind of like the Knack crossed with the Ramones and Elvis Costello. Where did you run across them? As good as they are, they don't get near the recognition I think they should."

"Actually, Target has a small section in their store with nothing but Indies type music, I go there and just randomly to pick up CDs now and then. I picked this one because I liked their name. When I found out why they named themselves that I laughed for what I swear was half an hour. It was the complete opposite from what I was imagining."

"Yeah, who knew that 7 lesbians living across the hall from the lead singer would have so much inspiration?" Edward said, laughing. "So, what made you like them so much?"

"Truly?" Edward nodded his head, encouraging me to continue, "It's the punky love songs. They skip from dreamy happiness to the edge of disaster, and it just drew me in. Because as much as I'd like to believe in love and happily every after, they seemed to sing the truth. It's not all sunshine and rainbows all the time..." I let my words drift off lest my word vomit take control. Truth be told, their songs got me through the worst of times, not giving me hope, but giving me truth, helping me see.

"A little bitter are we, Bella?"

I grimaced, "Sorry," I said, shrugging.

We pulled into the underground garage of the Belltowns Vine building, which was just south of the Seattle Center and north of Pike Place Market. As luck would have it, the Vine Building was located on the waterfront and I briefly wondered if he had an apartment facing the east or the west and what the view was like in the early morning coming off the water. I shook off my daydream, as Edward was coming around to open my door.

I stepped out of the car wrapping my jacket around me snugly. It had either gotten colder outside since we left the apartment, or the chill from the water was making it seem colder than it actually was. Edward closed the passenger door and before I had a chance to take a step forward he spoke.

"I want to do something before we go in, if you'll indulge me?" I looked at him curiously, wondering what he could possibly want to do in the parking garage of an apartment building. As Edward took another step forward, understanding dawned on me. "Bella," he said in a husky voice, "I have been waiting since I saw you last to do this, and I thought I would drive myself crazy trying to be a gentleman in the car. Not pulling over on the side of the road and kissing you senseless has been the hardest thing I think I have ever done."

As he spoke he moved in slowly, getting closer and closer to me. I could feel the heat from his body as he trapped me against the car, in between his arms. Very slowly he lowered his lips onto mine, kissing me gently at first. I parted my lips just slightly and that was all the signal he needed. His tongue darted out running along my bottom lip and sank deep into the recesses of my mouth, slowly torturing me with its movement against mine. His taste was intoxicating, filling my senses with new memories and old. He lifted one hand off the car and cupped the side of my face; the other hand, he wrapped around my waist pulling me taut against him. He deepened the kiss and I could feel the blood pounding in my brain, making my knees tremble, if he kept kissing me like this, all my good intentions would be flushed down the drain. I pulled back slightly, still letting him keep his hold on me, and looked at his face. It was filled with want and desire; his eyes were on fire and I hoped he saw the same in mine. My breath was heavy and choppy as I leaned my forehead against his chest and he wrapped his arms around me clasping my body to his.

"Bella," he spoke into my hair, "if we don't get upstairs now, I fear I may do something in a parking garage that I've never done before."

I lifted my head from Edward's chest and tilted my head up to look into his eyes. I gave him a small smile. "So, you've been waiting to do that, huh?" I said in a soft voice. "I don't remember that being included in the bet."

"You have no idea what all I've been waiting to do." Edward said as he brushed my hair back off my face and dropped his hand from my waist. "And you're right; it wasn't, but you didn't stop me, either."

Ugh. He had me and the fact was, I had hoped he would. Before I left the house with Edward this evening, even being as excited as I was, I was sure that this evening would end up being uncomfortable and awkward, but instead, for the first time in years, I had been in a man's arms and not felt like I was giving more than I was getting. It was a very liberating feeling, to finally feel like I was on equal ground with someone, especially someone that could make me feel so good, it gave me hope and courage.

Grabbing my hand, Edward walked me into the elevator. "I hope you're hungry. I have everything ready but the steak. I didn't want to cook them beforehand and risk the meat drying out before you got here, and besides, I don't know how you like yours cooked."

"I'd love to help you finish cooking, if you don't mind sharing your kitchen space with me," I offered. For as long as I could remember, I loved to cook. I was no master chef and never had a desire to pursue it as a career, but as a pastime, it was something I enjoyed doing. Unfortunately, with James I never had the time to really experiment and create anything, so the only real cooking I was able to do was on the holidays. Now that I was free of all that I hoped I could find some spare time to dig in and create.

The elevator stopped on the 14th floor and we walked out to the right and stopped in front of Edward's apartment. As he opened the front door he flourished his arm forward so I would walk in in front of him. I immediately moved forward into the living room and stopped at a wide expanse of floor to ceiling windows. Just as I suspected, the view was absolutely amazing. You could literally see the Pugent Sound from Edward's living room window.

Moving up behind me Edward said in a soft voice, "It's a great view, huh? Its what sold me the place. You just don't get a view like this in Chicago, at least not where I lived anyway."

My heart was racing; gone was the nervousness of the date turning out bad, replaced with anticipation for what the evening would hold. I really needed to calm down and relax a bit or I'd never be able to hold a decent conversation with him without fear of jumping the man, or worse, making myself seem too eager and turning him off completely.

"It's a beautiful view. You must love waking every morning and watching the sun rise," I said, as I remained facing the window, trying to pull myself together.

"Actually, I'm up pretty early on the weekdays; I have to be to the station so early that I've yet to have the pleasure of enjoying a sunrise. I fear that I'm a bit selfish with my weekend mornings, so I have a tendency to sleep in well past sunrise."

I could see Edward's reflection in the window; he was smiling at me and the look in his eyes took me by surprise. Gone was the lust and hunger, what I saw then was something entirely different, almost like affection? It was a look I had never seen, at least not in regards to myself. My stomach was suddenly filled with butterflies again.

EPOV

I could see Bella staring back at me in the reflection in the window. I could see her, really see her standing there; next week, next year, next...always. I wanted to know all there was about her: her favorite color, her favorite food, where she grew up, what her biggest fear was. I wanted to tell her about me, introduce her to my family, expose my beliefs and my values. However, I knew it wasn't the right time; from what little Rose and Emmett had told me, Bella had been put through hell and I had a lot of healing to do if I wanted this thing to be permanent.

I had never been willing to put this much effort into building a relationship before, hell I had never put this much effort into a standing relationship before either. Something always seemed to be missing, a feeling or... something; I didn't have words for it. But Bella...the moment I saw her something just clicked, and I knew.

"So Bella, are you ready to cook?"

I reached out my hand in a silent gesture, asking for hers as she turned around to face me. Even if she hadn't spoken, the way she reached out without even thinking and took my hand, coupled with that amazing smile would have said it all.

"Alright then, let's get cooking." I said, looking at her affectionately.

We walked into the kitchen and I grabbed two aprons off the hook on the wall, I took the first one that said 'Kiss the Cook' and threw it over my head. Before tying it I took the other one and put it on Bella. Taking every advantage I had to be close to her, I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around her waist so I could tie it in the back. I looked down at her sheepishly and found her staring at me with her eyebrows raised, and a smirk on her face.

"What? You need an apron." I said, not hiding the fact that I was deliberately being forward.

"Yes, and I'm sure you're taking no pleasure in putting it on me either?" Bella said, laughing.

"No, absolutely not, not one ounce of pleasure," I said with a serious face. "As a matter a fact, I could do this all day long and derive nothing from it. Wanna see?" By this time I couldn't help myself; I was cracking a grin and trying my hardest not to laugh.

Bella started snickering and shaking her head. "You don't fool me Edward. Turn around and I'll tie you."

I turned around, with my back facing her. Bella reached around to my front and brushed her hands along my waist as she reached for the ties to the apron, pulling them around. I could feel her tugging the strings in the back as she tied my apron on me; just as I thought she was finished the strings went slack and I felt her breasts pressing against my back as she put her arms around me and tied the apron in the front. I sucked in a deep breath, Fuck, instant hard on. Damn, she was good! I was getting as good as I was giving. If I was going to refrain from getting overly excited tonight, I would have to watch myself. It seemed Bella was becoming a little less cautious when it came to me. This was something I could not wait to get used to.

I blew my breath out and turned toward the grill top on the stove so I could pre-heat it. Turning toward the fridge I opened it up and took out the steaks I had marinating since yesterday. I seriously needed to get myself in check or we would be doing much more than eating at the table. I busied myself with the steaks, trying to shake off the feeling of Bella's arms around me, her breasts pressed against my back.

"Edward...earth to Edward..."

I turned around and looked at Bella behind me. Shit! I was trying so hard to get myself under control that I forget she had come in here to help. I grinned at her sheepishly and chuckled, trying to hide my embarrassment. "I'm sorry Bella, I ah, drifted for a second there."

She lifted her eyebrows and gave me a smirk. "You doing okay there Edward? Maybe you need more help than I thought."

Bella was feeling playful huh? This was a pleasant change. Okay...I'll bite.

"Maybe I do... What do you suggest?" I said, leaning back against the counter and crossing my arms.

Bella slowly moved forward, "I think..." She inched closer and closer to me until she was practically face to face with me, "you..." she stood up on her toes, I could feel her breath on my skin as she brushed her cheek up against mine, her soft curves molding into the contours of my body. My dick was growing hard and I could feel a smile creep onto Bella's face as she felt me pressed against her stomach. Her mouth grazed my ear as she spoke again, "...need to let me handle the cooking." And then she was gone, taking a step back into her original position. I'll be damned: the little vixen was teasing me and I had to admit, it was working. She had me completely rattled.

I couldn't help myself: a wide grin spread on my face and I shook my head; when she smiled back, I burst out laughing. This was the Bella I'd been waiting to see with me, the one I wanted to see all the time. I had seen her like this with Emmett, Rose and Alice, but she was always so guarded with me. Slowly the sad, tragic, timid Bella was learning to live again; I hoped she continued with the transformation and that I was lucky enough to become part of it. I was determined to do everything in my power to make sure that I was.

This was no longer the same woman I had met several months back; this was a warm feisty, beautiful, vibrant woman. I very rarely saw the sadness peek out any longer. Several times this evening I had seen something in her eyes that spoke to me, a change or a confirmation. It was different than before and I was itching to find out what it meant, but I didn't want to push her and destroy what little progress I had already made.

"Woman, what are you trying to do to me?" I said running my hands through my hair, feeling the need to rush her and take her right then and there.

"I'm just trying to make things easier for you in the kitchen, Edward. You looked like you were having a... hard time, "she said, grinning devilishly, "I was just offering to help, that's all..." She paused, "So! What do you want me to help with?" She asked looking at me innocently.

Argh, control your cock, Edward! As much as I wanted to just take her… up against the fridge, bent over the kitchen counter, on the dining room table, hell anywhere for that matter, I didn't want to give her a worse impression of me. I had practically molested her every chance I got and I was out to prove something now. But if she kept up her playfulness, I didn't know how easy it was going to be to keep myself in check. But I would damn sure try.

"Salad! Can you get it out of the fridge? And I'll put the steaks on...how do you like yours cooked?" I asked quickly, as I watched Bella bend over, her luscious ass was perched in the air and her long shapely legs calling to me. It would be so easy with that skirt she had on… She grabbed the bowl of salad out of the fridge and shut the door. I turned, adjusting my throbbing erection before Bella noticed, mentally chastising myself once again and turned toward the stove so I could put the steaks on the grill.

Bella looked at me, salad in hand, "Medium please, and do you need me to chop anything to go in this salad?"

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"Edward, this food looks and smells fantastic!" Bella said, smiling at me as we sat down to eat.

Besides the strawberry and feta salad that Bella had essentially prepared for me, I also made dill fingerling potatoes to go with the steak and Creme Brulee for dessert. It was so nice to actually be able to cook for someone besides myself; it made fixing good food so much more enjoyable.

"Thanks; I don't get to cook like this for myself often enough. I've been so busy with work, promos and getting my show off the ground that by the time I get home and get settled in, it seems like too much effort to cook for myself like this."

"So, what made you want to become a radio personality?" Bella asked, surprising me. Most people asked me about my job, but not why I did my job.

"When I was in the 10th grade, we sponsored a big dance for the seniors and ended up not having enough money to pay for a DJ. I snuck my dads stereo equipment out of the house and did it myself," I said, grinning. "After that, I was hooked. It didn't hurt that I was a very opinionated person and needed a way to express myself anyway. After high school, I started working overnights for this small radio station in town, basically just playing music. I didn't get much airtime, but it was a start. While I was working there, I started attending college at the Illinois Center for Broadcasting during the day. Eventually they took me off nights and gave me the afternoon slot. I had to switch to night classes, but it got me more on air time. It's not real exciting stuff..."

"So is that the station you came from in Chicago when you moved here?" Bella asked.

It amazed me that she was this interested in where I came from, and how I got here. It was hard now a days to find someone that wasn't looking for anything more then a wallet and an arm. Even though I knew it deep down I was slowly beginning to realize that Bella was nothing at all like the shallow vapid women I had dated in the past. She was a breath of fresh air.

"Oh, no, once I finished with my school I started looking for another job." I chuckled, thinking back and remembering how hard it was just to get my foot in the door. "I'd met a lot of very interesting people and made a lot of friends where I worked, so I started making phone calls, trying to find something, anything really at a larger station. I didn't care if I had to go back to overnights, anything to get me somewhere where I could grow. It took me six months to get an interview, but I finally did with 'The Mix.' I got really lucky Bella; they listened to some of my test reels and liked me so much that I was added to their morning show. I've been on my way up ever since. I can't say I haven't had my ups and downs, and it can be tiring work, but I really enjoy it. It's more than just being on the radio; so much comes with it." I looked over at Bella's plate; it was almost all gone. She looked down and noticed what I was looking at.

"I'm so sorry Edward! I'll stop asking questions, I hope your food's not cold."

"Bella," I said chuckling, "it's okay. I was rather enjoying myself taking that trip down memory lane. I don't get honest questions like that often. Besides it seems to me you enjoyed your food immensely and really, it's all about you tonight. I want you to get to know me; I want the same from you. Ask me whatever you want. Tell you what, since you're done eating, why don't I ask you something."

"Okay, that sounds fair," she said, taking the napkin out of her lap and laying it on the table. "What do you want to know?"

I inhaled quickly, hoping that I wasn't screwing up by asking this first, but I knew if I didn't get it out on the table, it would linger and I would think of nothing else. "Why do you insist on keeping that beautiful voice and piano playing to yourself, or should I just ask why you think you're no good?"

She took a deep breath before answering. "You keep asking me that and I'm not the kind of person that whines about things that have happened to me, but if you insist on knowing why and you're not going to give up, I'll give you a very abbreviated answer as long as you agree to drop it after this." She said, looking a bit uncomfortable.

I felt like a complete ass for being so obviously intrusive; unfortunately I couldn't back down now. I needed to know, and I wanted to help her discover what she had. If I had to agree to this now I would, but I was absolutely not going to back off. I would just have to think of another way to get what I wanted. She was too good to let what she had go to waste, and besides, she still owed me a song.

"Alright Bella, you have a deal."

She looked at me and grimaced, "Somehow, your answer doesn't make me feel better." She continued, "I've been playing and singing for years, never in public, and have always been a bit shy, so it never occurred to me to play for anyone other than myself. My parents loved when I played, but I always figured they were just saying that because they were my parents and they had to-"

I spoke quickly before she could continue, "But Bella, wouldn't you expect your parents to be honest with you and encourage you to do better if you were not as good as you expected? I mean, I understand them not wanting to hurt your feelings, but-"

"No, you're right Edward. I would expect that, and for the longest time, I thought they were being honest, but when I married James and tried to share what I thought I was good at with him, I got an entirely different reaction. He pointed out my mistakes, my flaws, not only with my playing, but also with my singing. It's not that I don't want to share what I do; I would love to if I was really that good. It's just that I'm not. And it's okay."

"Bella, allow me to be completely honest here, and I promise this will be the only time I say this," at least part of this, "so please forgive me if I overstep. James is a dumb-ass and would have no idea if real talent came up and slapped him in the face. Don't take his word; listen to the ones that love you, listen to the ones you know really care. Bella, you are amazing and that night I heard you at that piano, I could think of nothing else for days. It's what drew me to you; I felt like I was seeing straight into your heart, and I realize I was eavesdropping, but I was honored to have been able to witness it."

Bella opened and closed her mouth several times, it was apparent that she had no idea what to say. I could see her fighting back the tears that were pooling in her eyes. "I-I...Thank you Edward. I'll think about what you said."

It was a start... "I just call it like I see it and now I'm going to drop it, like you asked." I needed to get her back in a better mood; I had already pushed it with that question and didn't want to lose any ground I'd gained. So when I asked her my next question, I couldn't help but grin. "So, how exactly did you end up owning a bar with Alice and Rose? I mean, Alice I can see, but Rose is so completely opposite from you..."

Bella laughed, "You're completely right, she is, and I think that's why we get along so well. Rose, Alice and I all met in high school. Rose and Alice are actually cousins and moved to Forks during my freshman year. They 'say' the reason they befriended me and blew everyone else off was because I 'seemed genuine.' I'm still not sure what that means. I always insisted it was because my father was Chief of Police and they wanted an easy out if they got in trouble. Lucky for them, I made it a habit NOT to get into trouble. Truth be told, we all just got along, we meshed. I think if we had ever added anyone to the group, it would have messed things up completely." She smiled, like she was remembering some special secret. "After I married and moved out here they followed, using the excuse that they wanted to go to Seattle University. During their sophomore year, they came into some money that their grandmother left them and had what I at the time called 'their harebrained idea' to open up a bar. I mean, hell; they weren't even old enough to drink yet! But they insisted, and by the time they graduated they had me convinced." Bella raised her arms and shrugged, "And the rest is history."

I was even more in awe of her now. There did seem to be one area that she was completely sure of herself, and I could not help but wonder how she managed to buy into the partnership and why her ex-husband actually let her. From the way things sounded, he was not at all a very giving man. I also wondered how he did not get any part of the business when they divorced. This was not something I was ready to ask her yet; that was plain and simple prying, and certainly not a question for a first date, even if we had already surpassed certain aspects of 'first date etiquette'. Boy had we...even before the date.

After we finished dessert, I carried all the dishes into the kitchen and left them in the sink. I would clean up later. Now, I had somewhere I wanted to take Bella, and I was hoping she would enjoy it as much as I did. When I first moved to Seattle I had a lot of trouble sleeping and often took late night drives, and I happened upon this place one such night. I didn't have much trouble sleeping any longer - except for my Bella-induced dreams, which i did not mind in the least bit, aside from waking up horny as hell. They made for great shower time activity, though. That said, I still enjoyed my secret place. It calmed me, allowed me to think and it was so peaceful. I occasionally found people there, but more often than not, it was empty.

"Bella," I said holding out my hand for her to take, so I could help her up, "Would you be interested in taking a short drive with me? I have something I'd like to share with you."

She looked up at me, a small smile playing about her lips; her eyes seemed to sparkle, like she knew something I didn't. Holding out her hand she spoke, "I'd love to take a drive with you Edward. Lead the way."

Yes...there IS a part two to the date, I'm sorry. It was just to a point that the chapter would have been way to long and I did not want to make you wait any longer so I opted to cut it off there. I AM really curious to know what you think about part one of the date though...drop me a line, let me know. Reviews give Bella more courage.

Mwah~MB