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Chapter 29: Faith
"Where there is desire, there is gonna be a flame.
Where there is a flame, someone's bound to get burned.
But just because it burns, doesn't mean you're gonna die.
You gotta get up and try . . ." – P¡nk
The following morning when I awoke, Edward was already up. I brushed my teeth, splashed a little water on my face, and put in my contacts before venturing down the stairs. He was in the kitchen making breakfast, so I walked over to him, pressed my cheek against his back, and felt the tight muscles through the thin fabric of his pale blue T-shirt. I wrapped my arms around him and held him close, feeling my throat close up with suppressed emotion.
"I'm sorry," I finally whispered. "Last night was really hard for me, and I didn't deal with it well. I should have talked to you."
He sighed and set down the spatula he'd been holding. I heard the hiss of the gas as he turned the burner off. The kitchen was silent for a long moment before he spoke.
"I know you're sorry. I don't doubt that for a moment. It's just…." His voice trailed off.
We stood like that for a long time, my tears dampening the back of his shirt. He pressed his palm flat against my hand where it rested over his heart and dropped his head. I felt him breathe, slowly and evenly. Eventually, he turned in my embrace and held me close to his chest.
"It'll be okay, Bella," he said softly. "We'll figure this out."
He gently lifted my chin so he could look me in the eye. He didn't say anything else, but he didn't need to. I could see what he was thinking, plain as day, written across his face. He was worried that I would give up on him, and worried because he knew that I was hurting.
He gently brushed away my tears with his thumbs and kissed my lips. He hadn't given up on me and I was so grateful, but wondered how long he'd be willing to put up with my erratic behavior. He deserved so much better than me.
Last night we'd both made promises to each other. He wouldn't walk away, no matter what I did, and I was going to continue to try to make things work
We had breakfast together, and since I hadn't really eaten anything for dinner the night before, I was ravenous. I couldn't even remember the last time I had pancakes, much less ones this good. Edward was still fairly quiet. He didn't seem upset with me, just contemplative. I had no idea what to say to him either. The night before had been so emotionally draining and it seemed to have put a wall between us.
"These are wonderful, Edward, thank you," I said quietly.
Unspoken words lingered in the air. I knew he must have been wondering if I was even going to stick around long enough to finish breakfast. But, I had given him my promise that I'd keep trying, and I really truly meant it. Finally, he replied, "I'd hoped you'd like them."
After we finished, I helped Edward clean up the kitchen. He leaned back against the cabinet and crossed his long legs at the ankles, bracing his hands on the countertop behind him. His expression was guarded, but not hostile.
"What now?" he asked.
I looked at him, his question catching me off-guard. "What do you mean? In regards to us seeing each other?"
He smiled faintly. "I was actually asking about your plans for the day, but if you'd rather discuss us seeing each other, by all means, let's."
I felt foolish, silly in my assumption, but I did want to talk about where we stood. "I don't know what to say," I said honestly. "I want you to know that I meant what I said last night. I hate what I keep doing to you. But all I can promise at this point, is that I haven't given up and I want to keep trying. The last month or so…well, it's been a long time since I've felt that happy. I like what we have, Edward."
He nodded. "I do, too."
"Okay, so where does that leave us?" I asked, hoping he would provide the words I was struggling to say.
"Bella, that's what you need to decide. I haven't pushed you for anything because I know you've been trying to work through some stuff. And I still won't. I'm here for you like I said in the beginning, but I feel like we're at a point where you need to decide what you want and what I am to you."
I looked down at the floor and the space between us. The room was silent, except for the ticking of the clock on the wall. "Edward . . . ." Slowly, I raised my eyes to look at him. I knew I couldn't tell him I was over Riley and that I'd never pull back from him again. But I also knew that life with Edward was better than life without. "I want to make us work. I meant what I said, and I'm going to keep my promise."
He smiled at me. "Okay, then we're good." And just like that, it was as if we were. His entire demeanor changed and the weight that had settled over us lifted. "Now what about your plans for today?" he asked, uncrossing his ankles and standing up straight. "I assume you're planning to go in to work, right?"
I laughed. "Yes, I have to go in today."
He gave me a half-smile. "Duty calls, I suppose."
"Yes. Especially with a trial date set for Wednesday." I rubbed my hand over my face, exhausted just thinking about the work I still had left to do. Knowing that things between Edward and I were somewhat resolved, though, was a huge relief.
"I won't see you much while the trial is going on, will I?" he asked.
I shook my head. "Probably not. Please, please don't take it personally. I'll be working long hours and I'll be too tired to do much."
"Okay. How long do you expect the trial to last?" he asked.
"I won't know for sure until we start, but I'd guess a couple of weeks. Cases like this usually wrap up in that time frame, but sometimes they surprise you. I'll try to at least text or call you when I can."
"I know you'll be busy, but I'd like to see you. Do you think you'd be able to spend a few nights with me? Just a casual dinner or something."
I knew things with Edward were shaky, and I could tell that he was afraid that if we didn't see each other for two weeks, we'd lose all the progress we'd made. Any small thing I could do to reassure him was important.
"Yeah, I'd like that," I told him. "Hey, um, my birthday is coming up soon, probably about the time the trial wraps up. How about we go out to dinner around then?"
"I'd love that." Edward gave me a big smile and we both went about the morning.
Edward drove me to work after we got ready for the day. We parted with a soft, sweet kiss that made me hopeful that what had happened the night before hadn't done irreparable damage. Things with Edward were so fragile.
The next two days were a whirlwind of trial preparation, including putting the final touches on my opening statement. Later that second day, I met with my client to prepare for the first day of the trial. She was having pre-trial jitters, and I tried to reassure her that I felt we had a very good chance of winning.
My client was a young woman named Sarah Walker. She was being held liable for the injuries that Thomas Vincent received in a drunk-driving accident. It was actually caused by a man named Daniel Ivers. Sarah had hosted a party that Daniel had attended, but she claimed she'd never saw him, much less served him directly. The question was if the jury would agree. It was a tricky case but I was confident that I had found an angle that would release her of fault and liability, and there were numerous previous cases I could reference that set precedence.
I left the office on Tuesday night, exhausted. The opening day of the Walker trial was the following morning. The weeks to come would be grueling, but I was eager for them. The only thing better than the fire I felt before a big case, was the glow of satisfaction I got after a successful trial was complete.
That evening, after I'd finished eating my dinner, I decided to just curl up on the couch. There wasn't anything I could do as far as my case that night, and I needed the time to wind down so I could sleep. I thought of calling Edward, but I knew I'd end up staying up later than I should. I needed to be rested and focused for the trial in the morning. Instead, I sent him a quick text to let him know that I was thinking about him and would talk to him the following day.
I decided to read for a while, so I snagged a stupid novel I had and opened to the cover page. I laughed right away, as I remembered why Riley had bought it for me back in college. I'd rarely had time to read for fun at that point, and Riley had purchased it as a joke. He said I needed some mindless entertainment to go along with A Civil Action, which I'd been working my way through. The book he selected was a trashy paperback mystery without a decent plot or much of anything redeeming. He was right, though, to have bought it for me. Ever since, when my mind would get too bogged down with a case, I'd pull it out to clear my head.
Happy reading, babe! -Ry
Between the emotional upheaval of the last few days and my thirtieth birthday coming up, I couldn't deny that I was thinking about him again. I had always assumed that by this point in my life, Riley and I would be married. A small part of me wondered if I had made the wrong choice. Maybe I should have moved to D.C. with Riley and just trusted my father to handle things at the firm.
It wasn't that easy though. Long before my dreams of life with Riley, I'd wanted to be a lawyer. I'd sat in my father's big chair behind his even bigger desk in his impressive office with my feet dangling a foot above the floor and known that I was meant to be a lawyer. It had never crossed my mind to want to be anything else. It was in my blood, practically stamped into my DNA, like the gene that determined my brown hair and brown eyes. I could change my outward appearance, but it wouldn't change who I was on the inside. This was my life now. No marriage, no family, no Riley. I had made my choice, and there was no changing it. I had to make the best of what I had and move forward.
I read for about an hour before my eyes were too tired to stay focused. After putting the book back on the shelf, I crawled into bed and fell asleep for the rest of the night.
~LTOYL~
After checking in with Lauren and meeting my client at the office, Sarah and I both went to the courthouse and to our assigned courtroom. The docket clerk was the only other person in the room when we arrived. Again, I went through a brief rundown of how things would go and what Sarah could expect. The plaintiff and his lawyer arrived and I went over to greet opposing counsel with a polite handshake. I had presented against him before. Technically, he was quite good. He had well thought-out strategies and excellent research, but he lacked the strong charisma that was often needed to sway a jury.
Several people trickled in to the courtroom and a short while later the judge arrived and potential jurors filed in. Although jury selection could be an arduous process, this was by no means the worst I'd ever worked through. There were numerous challenges on both my side and opposing counsels', but by the time we broke for lunch there were only three seats left to fill and those were done by mid-afternoon.
The judge decided that he'd like to get a much crammed into one day as possible, so instead of breaking early and starting the actual trial the following day, we began that afternoon. In the wood-paneled courtroom, I stood before the jury and began my opening arguments. My voice was strong and steady as I stated my case and the jury seemed to be receptive.
When we wrapped up for the day, I took a little extra time to reassure my nervous client and she gratefully thanked me. I told her to get as much sleep as she could that night and that I'd see her first thing in the morning. Everything had gone exactly as I'd hoped that day; everything was on track.
The following two weeks passed quickly as the case unfolded; witness statements and cross-examination all going according to the plan I'd laid out. I certainly hadn't been exaggerating when I told Edward that I would be busy for the duration of the trial, but, since things were going according to plan, not only did I find time to call him every night, I also spent several nights at his loft.
The first night, I could see his tension melt away as soon I arrived. We shared a casual dinner and spent the rest of the night just lounging around his loft. We watched the news and enjoyed relaxing with one another. There was coverage of an on-going trial taking place in town. It wasn't a case in which my firm was involved, so I felt comfortable discussing it with Edward. I gave him my take on it and he listened attentively as I chattered away. Edward wasn't a lawyer, but he was extremely intelligent and very good at grasping the legal concepts I tossed around.
One night, I stopped mid-sentence and looked at him. We were relaxing on his couch, my feet in his lap, his warm thumb gently caressing my shin. His hand had slipped up under the thin fabric of my grey silk pajama pants and the lazy touch only stopped when I abruptly quit talking.
He looked up at me in surprise, and I quickly pulled my legs back and moved so I was perched on Edward's lap.
"I'm probably boring you to tears," I said.
He chuckled and pulled me close, his arms warm and strong around me. "You could never bore me. I'll admit that some of it is beyond me, but I love hearing you talk. It's so incredible to watch you be passionate about something. I would love to see you in action at a trial."
I threaded my fingers through his thick, soft hair and kissed him. "That's how I felt watching you give the speech at the museum. Only now, I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off you. You are so sexy talking art."
His voice was breathless as he spoke against my mouth. "This is a strange version of foreplay we have, Bella. But I have to admit, I really like it."
I chuckled and kissed him. "Maybe you should take me up to bed and tell me all about your upcoming show."
Playful foreplay became heated caresses and we were both sated and happy by the time we fell asleep. It felt good to enjoy a relaxing, stress-free evening in the midst of everything I had going on.
The final day of the trial, I woke up in Edward's arms. His sleepy, good-morning kiss and passionate touch in the shower had me ready to face anything that came my way.
Closing arguments went as planned, and we wrapped up just before noon. As I waited with my client during jury deliberation, I reassured her that everything had gone as we'd discussed and things would be fine.
"I know you're nervous, Sarah," I said, "but I am confident in our case. The jury was responsive and our strategy was solid. We had plenty of witnesses to testify that you never spoke or served alcohol to Daniel that night. And your neighbor stating he was drinking with Daniel prior to your party, proves he was intoxicated before he even arrived. Everything is going to be fine. Trust me."
She blotted at her tears and nodded, her fingers twisting nervously. Her boyfriend, Nick, who had been sitting quietly beside her, pulled her close and I walked away to give them privacy. He whispered to her and smoothed her hair away from her face, drying her tears.
I took a seat on one of the other benches in the foyer and leaned my head back against the wall, thinking. My heart went out to Sarah; I knew how stressful this was for her. Her future rested on the decision the jury would come back with. Sometimes I felt an almost overwhelming responsibility to know that my clients relied on me so completely, and that the fate of their future, in to some degree, rested in my hands. It was why Alec's cavalier attitude about his clients infuriated me so much.
Losing a case, or seeing a client's life shatter by a negative verdict, was hard but it was something I had learned to build up a thick skin against. It didn't do any good for me to be soft when my clients needed someone to be strong for them. Someone needed to keep perspective and a cool head. As much as I hated it, this was an edge Alec had on me. Sure, he was an ass and had no compassion or limits on what he'd do to win, but he was able to completely separate himself from things. Even though a verdict didn't affect me directly, I did take it personally if it didn't go the way I wanted.
A case like the one I was currently on was why I practiced law. It was a complicated situation that would involve both a civil and criminal trial to resolve things completely. The criminal charges had already been dropped, and now we were working through the civil suit. Though my heart went out to the victim in the accident, Sarah was no more responsible for Daniel's decision to drink and drive than I was. She hosted a party—one he was not invited to—and he used poor judgment and caused the accident. She didn't deserve to be held responsible for someone else's mistakes.
I was still deep in thought when the court clerk came out to inform us that the jury had returned. My heart beat faster in my chest as the court assembled and the judge asked the jury foreperson if they had reached a verdict. Turning toward Sarah, I gave her a comforting smile. I squeezed her arm gently in reassurance, and took a deep breath as the verdict was taken by a bailiff and handed to the judge.
The judge reviewed the verdict, and then handed it over so it could be read by the clerk. I watched the clerk intently as he reviewed it, made a few legal notes, and then read it aloud. I turned to my client to see her reaction. The frightened, exhausted expression on her face, lifted to one of joyous amazement as they found her not guilty on all charges. Seeing her relief, I felt the usual rush of accomplishment in a job well done. Once the judge dismissed the jury and left his seat, Sarah turned and hugged me enthusiastically. I hugged her back, thrilled that I had been able to win the case on her behalf.
"I don't know what I would have done without you, Isabella," she said, tears spilling over her cheeks. "It's been terrible, but you've been so reassuring and I just . . . I can't thank you enough."
"You're very welcome. Now, go spend time with your family; I'm sure you're all eager to go celebrate." She hugged me again, and I gently pushed her toward her boyfriend. "I think there's someone who really wants to hold you right now."
She hurried over to him and as I packed up my briefcase, I watched them for a moment. He was so happy for her, and I saw his hand tangle in her hair while he kissed her. The sight of them together made me think of Edward.
As I left the courthouse, he remained on my mind. Instead of heading directly back to the office, I drove straight to the museum and called Edward.
"Bella?" he asked. "You okay?"
"I'm fine," I said enthusiastically. "Just wondering if you were busy right now."
"Not really. Why?
"Can you meet me in the museum lobby?"
"When?"
"Five minutes."
"Sure. See you in a few," he said, sounding puzzled but not at all unhappy to hear from me.
I took a moment to check myself in the mirror before heading into the building. I reached the lobby a few minutes before Edward did and his face lit up in a smile as soon as he saw me "This is a nice surprise. I figured you'd be at the courthouse for a while."
I grinned at him, trying to hold in my satisfaction. "We got out just afternoon and the jury deliberation ended just after two o'clock. The case wrapped up quicker than I expected and it went my way. I did good."
"That's wonderful," he said, wrapping his arms around me and hugging me so tightly my feet nearly left the ground. "I knew you were amazing."
I hugged him back, so happy to have someone to share this with. "Thanks, I couldn't be happier for my client."
"We should celebrate," he suggested, his eyes sparkling and his wide grin completely infectious. His enthusiasm made me feel light and happy.
"What did you have in mind?"
"How about drinks?" he asked, his fingers caressing mine.
"I'd love that. Can I stay at your place after?"
He laughed and kissed me briefly. "Of course; you never have to ask me that question." I kissed his cheek. "So, I'll pick you up at your place at six-thirty?"
"Absolutely," I said and kissed him again, this time on the lips and took a moment to soak in the feeling of his arms around me. "See you then."
"I'm so proud of you, Bella," he said, squeezing my hand before he let me go.
"Thanks." I smiled back at him as I left the building. I was still upbeat when I reached Swan and Volturi, and Bree greeted me when I walked in.
"Any messages?" I asked her.
"No, it was a fairly quiet morning. How did it go in court today?"
"Excellent. Everything is finished and Ms. Walker is finally cleared of everything. All that's left to do is consolidate all our files with everything from the criminal charges."
"That's wonderful, Bella. I'll make sure everything gets transferred down to records when you're done with them."
"Thanks, Bree." I went to my office and called Charlie.
The phone rang twice before he picked up. "Bella, how'd everything go?"
"It went great. I presented my case, the jury was receptive to the evidence, and everything else fell right into place. There will be a subsequent trial, no doubt, for Walker's neighbor, but that's out of my hands. As soon as the evidence was presented that he was the one liable, I think he knew he was in trouble."
"Well, I'm pleased to hear it worked to your advantage. I had every confidence in you. How about I take you out to dinner tonight and you can tell me more about it?" he asked.
"I can't; Edward is taking me out to celebrate. Thank you though."
"Oh, well, good. You should celebrate with him. I'm pleased you're still seeing him," Charlie said. "He seems very good for you."
"He is," I agreed.
"Well, enjoy your celebration tonight and have a good weekend. We'll review the case on Monday."
"Sounds good."
"Love you, Bella."
"Love you, too, Dad."
I spent an hour wrapping up the case and getting all of the paperwork organized and ready to be filed. Just before I left the office, I checked my calendar to see what was coming up in the next few days.
After work, I quickly returned to my apartment and got ready to go out. I found a dress in the back of my closet that I'd never worn before, and found a silky black bra and panties set that I knew Edward would love. I slipped into the shimmering gold sequined dress and did my hair and makeup. I curled my hair, touched up my lips with a bit of rose-colored gloss and put on dangling gold earrings and a pair of satiny-black Louboutin heels. I transferred a few things to a small gold clutch and was ready when Edward knocked on the door.
Edward's reaction was about what I expected. "Fuck, Bella, you look incredible."
I felt confident and sexy. After a good day in court and the way things were progressing with Edward, I wanted to feel seductive. I wanted him to want me in every way possiblethis evening. I reached out for him and grabbed his hand to tug him into the apartment. "So do you," I said.
He was wearing a tailored black suit with a black shirt and tie. The stark color set off his eyes, making them look bluer than usual. His arms wrapped around my waist, and I gently pushed the door shut behind him. We kissed deeply, hungry for each other. His heated lips traveled down my throat and a desperate moan left my mouth. I pressed him back against the door, feeling his cock through the thin fabric of his pants as we clutched at each other in desperation.
Edward gasped against my neck as I pressed into him. "I want you," he groaned and I nodded, digging my hands into his hair. "Now."
"Please," I begged, needing to feel him inside of me. I wanted to go out and celebrate with him before we got carried away but I felt like I couldn't wait another moment.
He spun us around and pushed against the door. He reached into his suit jacket and pulled out his wallet to grab a condom. I reached for his waistband and unzipped his pants before pushing them to the floor along with his underwear. He rolled the condom on as I shimmied out of my panties and dropped them on the floor.
"Shoes on or off?" I asked, my voice low and throaty.
"On, definitely on," he said. He ran his hands up my thighs and pushed my dress up over my hips. With a quick motion, he lifted me, I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he nestled between my thighs. I snaked my hand between us, guiding him as he pushed into me.
"Oh fuck," I gasped, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling his mouth to mine.
We kissed roughly, as he thrust into me. His mouth was hard and demanding on mine, and I returned his aggression with equal fervor. I needed to taste him and feel him all around me, inside me.
It didn't take long for both of us to reach our peak, and as he shuddered against me, I cried out his name. The pleasure went on and on until I could hardly take any more.
I clutched his shoulders as he slowly pulled out of me and let me slide to the floor. My legs were shaky and weak, but he didn't let go until I'd regained my strength. Instead, he gently held me, kissing me slowly and deeply until I was steady again. He let me go, and his lips lingered on my forehead.
"Wow." I laughed softly, feeling fuzzy and light-headed.
"I know. That really wasn't what I planned when I came over," he said. "But I'm glad we finally got to try out your door."
He gave me a crooked grin that nearly made me change my plans about going out that night. A night in bed with Edward wasn't a bad way to celebrate, but I did want to go out after being in all week long.
"Mmm, me, too," I agreed, bending down to pick up my discarded underwear.
Edward went to the hallway bathroom to clean up and I had to laugh at him holding his pants up around his hips while wearing a still-buttoned shirt and tie. I went into my bathroom and took a moment to wash up. I gasped at my reflection when I finally looked in the mirror. I definitely looked like I'd just been ravaged against my front door. I put my panties back on and took a few minutes to re-pin my hair and straighten my dress. By the time I went back into the hallway, Edward was re-dressed and attempting to repair the damage I'd done to his hair. I laughed softly and wiped my lip gloss from his lips. "I don't think that's your color," I teased.
"No? Too bad, I kind of liked it," he joked and gave me a wink before continuing more seriously. "Thanks."
Once we were both presentable again, we left the apartment, hand-in-hand. Edward had actually come via cab, so one was waiting downstairs for us. I winced at the thought of the charge on the meter thanks to our impromptu tryst against the door, but Edward seemed unfazed.
"I figured that this way neither of us has to worry about driving," Edward said, helping me into the cab.
"Great idea."
Once Edward had given the driver the name of a bar, I slid across the seat and he wrapped an arm around me. I put my hand on his thigh, and said, "Thanks for taking me out tonight."
"We needed a night out. You've worked so hard on this case, and you deserve to celebrate it. I'm proud of you."
I squeezed his thigh, so incredibly grateful to have someone in my life that appreciated my hard work and wanted to celebrate my accomplishments. I hadn't realized how much I'd missed that.
"The smartest thing I ever did was agree to give you a chance," I blurted out.
Edward turned his head quickly, looking at me in surprise. "I'm glad to hear it. What made you say that?"
"Well, you were right. I needed more than one-night stands. I was just thinking how good it was to have someone to share something like this with."
"You have no idea how happy it makes me to hear that." He pulled me closer and kissed the top of my head. I held him, letting his words and his touch soak in.
"Thank you," I replied. "You are so good to me, Edward. I've never met anyone like you before."
He hummed softly in response.
We were quiet for the rest of the ride to the bar, content just holding each other.
Between Edward's enthusiasm and my success with the case, I felt lighter and freer than I had in a long time. The quickie against my apartment door didn't hurt either. It made me feel sexy and a bit naughty. The combination of all these things made for a very charged evening. Tension crackled between us, and we flirted heavily all night. I teased him by letting my dress slide up my thighs while we danced and talked over drinks, and he reciprocated by slipping a hand between them to caress my inner thigh at points, leaving tingles in the wake of his touch.
Three cocktails later, Edward had me pinned against the bar. "Tonight you are even more beautiful than usual," he purred in my ear. "In fact, you may be the single most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on. Earlier was just a taste of what I want to do to you when we get home. I want you wild and begging for me."
He trailed a hand up my thigh, skimming his fingers along the edge of the hem of the dress. "I want you to know exactly how sexy and incredible you are. You're brilliant, determined, hard-working, and stunningly gorgeous. There isn't a woman in the world that compares. You have no idea how lucky I feel to have you here with me."
He pressed his forehead against mine, and I sighed and let my eyes close for a moment. The crowded press of bodies at the bar faded away, until I was aware of nothing but Edward.
"You think you feel lucky?" I asked him. "You have no idea how I feel. You're sweet, you're funny, you're smart and well-educated, and you are amazing in bed," I whispered. "You're so patient with me when I struggle and I often wonder what on earth I did to deserve someone like you in my life."
The drinks had loosened my tongue, but I couldn't bring myself to regret it when I saw the look on Edward's face.
A slow smile stretched across his face. "Oh, Bella . . . ." he murmured before pressing his lips to mine.
I felt a funny little shiver run down my spine at the sound of him calling my name, liking the way it made my heart speed up in my chest. I couldn't put it in to words, but I was falling for Edward and I wasn't sure what to do about it.
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