Bella

"Edward, stop," I moan into his bare chest. "My phone is ringing."

"I hear it," he sighs. "Let's ignore it." My beautiful husband kisses my neck in an attempt to make me forget my mission. It almost works.

I sit up and reach into my pockets of the jeans I was wearing earlier. I pull the phone out and see that it is Jake calling. Edward sits up behind me and kisses my shoulders. "Jacob! Are you ok?" I ask sounding more frantic than I thought I would.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Then why are you calling in the middle of the night?" Now I sound a little angry. Edward starts to massage my breast and nibble my neck. I try to shake him off but he's got me.

"I met someone tonight." These words stop Edward in his tracks. I stop too. "Not like that," he adds after the weird silence. "I just met someone that I think you would want to know about."

"Who?" I ask because I'm too frustrated to guess.

"A girl with a thick Italian accent named Katerina."

"What?"

"I'm serious," he replies. Edward reaches for the phone and I put it on speaker.

"Are you sure Jacob? Edward asks.

"I'm positive," he responds.

"Maybe it was just a coincidence," I say even though I know that's a long shot.

"No," Jake persists. "When I was around her I felt all weird. It was like my body wanted to phase. And she was pretty and pale. I know it was her."

"Well do you think she's a threat?" I ask.

"No. She asked me for a light. And we just talked for a little while."

"Did she say why she's in Portland?"

"We only talked for a few minutes. I didn't even know who she was until the second she left."

"Will you see her again?" Edward asks.

"I don't know. She knows where I work so maybe. But what do you expect me to do if I do see her? It's not like I can casually bring you up without revealing what I used to be."

"He's got a point," I point out.

"Jacob, if you see her again, I want you to get her number," Edward says sounding very serious.

"And how am I supposed to do that?"

"Flirt."

"I can't lead her on for no reason," he says sounding defensive.

"He's right Jake," I chime in. "We need to make sure she isn't a threat to Renesmee."

"Fine. I'll do it."

"Thank you Jacob," Edward states.

"It means a lot to us."

"Sure, sure," Jake pouts. "I'm going to bed now. Night."

"Night Jake," I respond. The phone clicks on his side so I hang up too. "What are we going to do?" I ask.

"We're going to track her and make sure she is controlling herself."