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"We'll have to all go out again soon and spend our winnings," Alice suggests, tucking the gift certificate to Grind into her bag.
The four of us are huddled in the vestibule, preparing to say our goodbyes. I have a tight smile locked in place, fighting not to picture baseball-capped heads near Bella's bush, trimmed or otherwise.
"Edward?"
"Hmm?"
"Edward," she repeats, waiting for me to really pay attention. "James was a possessive animal. He could do what he wanted on the road but got furious if I so much as smiled at one of his teammates. It's way over."
A/N: Oh Ed-waaaard: Note to self: Bella does not like possessive animals. Just sayin'...