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"Oh, and Emmett?" Rosalie says, "Edward needs a refresher on his dance moves before Friday."

"What's Friday?"

"He has a date with his hair cut girl," Jas supplies.

"ALREADY? Jeez, what'd you do, call her the second you got back here?"

"Actually, I texted her from the parking lot." I brace myself for his ridicule.

Emmett tucks the revised drawing under his arm, pulls down his goggles and claps me firmly on my shoulder. "Welcome back, bro."

At the doorway, he turns back. "I'd strongly recommend against taking her dancing Friday. Start from a position of confidence and build up."