"Would you like to get out of here? Grab some dinner?" Jake asks hopefully.

Emmett and Rose have left, Jasper and Alice are playing pool and Tanya is hitting on the waitress.

Edward sips his beer.

His arm is draped over the blondes shoulder, but his eyes are locked on mine.

Challenging me, daring me.

He knows I don't want to go to dinner.

Not with Jake anyway.

But he knows I won't say that.

So he just shrugs, and raises his eyebrows.

As if to say, 'This was your choice.'

And I hate it.

Because I know he's right.