Author's Note:

First, again I am not Stephanie Meyer, no matter how much I may wish I were that awesome and I do not own Twilight or any of it Character's. I am, however, the Creator of Mrs. Walks, Alexandria, and a really horribly awesome piece of pottery.

Second, if I suck please let me know. If you like it, feel free to let me know. If you have no idea how you feel about it but want to tell me you like cheese pizza, I'll take that too.

Enjoy!

Chapter Two - Not One For Company

If he'd had any chance to hope he'd finally found his imprint, he would have been truly disappointed. But as the only non-imprinted wolf on this job, he was the only one who could really appreciate the beauty of them, of her in general.

He took a moment then, while she was distracted by something her grandmother was saying, to look her over. Beyond the eyes, which at second glance he noticed seemed a little lost, lifeless even, she had full pink lips, and long lashes, though she didn't appear to be wearing any make-up. She was shorter than he was, though it wasn't hard to be, but he'd estimated she was 5'2" or 5'3", and she was curvy in the best sense of the word. Before he could ogle her too much, though, she and her grandmother turned back to the men.

"Boys, this is my granddaughter Alexandria. Alexandria, this is Seth Clearwater, Jack Black, Quil Ateara, and Paul Lahote."

"It's a pleasure to meet you all," her voice was smooth and sweet. The boys chorused similar sentiments. "Thank you for helping with all this, I can't imagine the two of us trying to do this. I brought some lemonade out for you, and lunch should be done in about forty-five minutes. If you need anything, please let me know."

The boys nodded and thanked her and she disappeared back into the house. Her grandma sighed, "Sorry, she's not one for company lately."

"Oh. That's fine, we didn't come here to hang out anyways, we came to work," Jacob said, watching the woman move around behind the kitchen curtains. Mrs. Walks headed back inside as well after instructing them to take a break and enjoy the lemonade.

"What do you think she meant by that?" Quil whispered once Helen was inside.

"No idea," Jacob shrugged.

The boys stuffed themselves at lunch. Alexandria turned out to be as good of a cook as her grandmother. Thankfully she'd heeded her grandma's warning and made food for twenty instead of six. She'd cooked fried chicken in a homemade breading, garlic mashed potatoes, parmesan cucumber fries, and cherry pie. They were in heaven. Though they'd talked among themselves and to Mrs. Walks, Alexandria didn't say much. When all the food was gone, the boys went back to work finishing up the truck load. When they were just about finished the call came in that the other shipment was delayed and wouldn't arrive until the following morning.

The boys left around two, after assuring Mrs. Walks that they'd have a small group back tomorrow for the other truck. Alexandria had paid them, more than expected, but seemed to not want to bother the boys for a second day, they'd insisted it would be no problem. They walked back to Sam's after that to spend the rest of the afternoon with the packs. Though Sam had stopped phasing a couple years before, the packs still gathered at his house. Sam owned the construction company that some of the guys worked for and Jacob and Embry owned the auto-shop. Between the two businesses, the stipend from the tribe for their security services, and the odd jobs around town, the pack members were able to earn a decent living. Plus, since both businesses were owned by current or former pack members, they were flexible around patrolling schedules and they didn't have to explain when they suddenly had to leave for 'emergencies'. You couldn't exactly tell your employer you were going to hunt a vampire after all.

"Hey boys, how'd it go?" Emily called from the kitchen when they arrived.

"Pretty good, paid more than we thought," Paul answered.

"Well that's good, you'll need the extra money to pay for that wedding of yours." Emily stuck her head into the living room and winked at Paul. "There's Muffins."

Paul groaned, though they could all tell he was happy. He'd asked Rachel to marry him and she'd said yes much to his surprise, and he was thrilled. He often moaned and groaned about the fortune the upcoming nuptials were costing him, but smiled the whole time. Nothing made him happier than Rachel, and no matter how much it was going to cost, he would give her the wedding she wanted.

Sometime around three Embry, Brady and Collin had come around for food and to hang out. When Sam came home the six of them were enjoying beer in the back yard. After greeting Emily, Sam headed out back as well to catch up with the pack, he felt like he missed a lot now that he no longer shared a mind with them while they ran. Embry and Brady filled him on their days at the garage and Collin talked about how things were going with his imprint, Catrina. Things were still a little rocky after telling her the truth about the wolves, but steadily improving. Jacob told them about their moving job, and asked Sam if any of the others were available for the rest of the job tomorrow. Jacob and Paul would be at the garage tomorrow with Collin, Jared, and Anderson who had phased right before the Volturi fight.

"Well I'll be at the new construction site again with the rest of the crew from today, and I'm going to need Quil and Brady too since we're doing some electrical. There's school so the younger ones are out. Seth and Embry could go, if that's okay with them?"

Seth nodded his assent as did Embry, "It's just moving stuff right?"