A/N: Getting this chapter started was a pain in the butt. Why, you ask? Well, before I start writing a chapter, I have to write out my ideas otherwise I forget them. Seriously, one minute I get an idea and if I don't write it down right away, a minute later it's gone for good! I blame it on my ADD! LOL. Anyways, I was writing up a bunch of ideas and I had a few more to type up before I saved the document, when one of my cats thought it would be a good idea to walk across my laptop. You're probably wondering what is so bad about that. Well, the problem is that when she walked across it, she stepped on the power button and shut it down before I could save my ideas. By the time I had it started up again, I had completely forgotten what my ideas were. So, I had to start all over again. :P

I think I'm also going to keep giving shout outs to Anam because it makes her very happy. Also, she's left more reviews for this story than anyone else and for that, she is totally awesome!. ;P

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyers owns Twilight. I own a cat that gave me writer's block. LOL

Chapter 14. Coffee and Questions

Edward was already sitting at a table when I walked into the coffee shop. As I walked over to him, he stood up and went to give me a quick hug (I think it was out of habit because he used to do that when we were kids) but the look I gave him made him stop in his tracks. So instead, he walked over and pulled my chair out for me.

I sat down without thanking him. (I know it was rude, but I wasn't going to make things easy for him.)

As soon as he sat back down, I cut right to the chase. "You said you wanted to catch up and ask me some more questions, so let's get to it shall we? I have a lot of work to do and I would like to get it finished before I go home," I said curtly.

Before he could answer, one of the waitresses came over to get our orders. "Hello, welcome to The Coffee Studio. What can I get for you two?

Edward answered first. "I'll have a medium black coffee with no cream and no sugar." Then he looked at me and asked, "Bella, what would you like to have? It's my treat."

I looked back at the waitress and said, "I'll have a large vanilla cappuccino please."

She wrote our orders down and asked, "Is that all?"

We both answered at the same time. "Yes."

"Okay. I'll be back with your drinks in a few minutes," she said and walked away.

As we waited, Edward asked, "So, how have you been?"

"Fine."

"That's good. How long have you been in Chicago?"

"Six years."

He looked at me with a surprised look on his face. "You've been here the whole time?" he asked.

I gritted my teeth and said, "Yes. Why? Is that a problem?"

Just then, the waitress came back with our coffees. After she left, he said, "No, it's not a problem. It's just that earlier in your office, you said that you didn't want to be found."

"What's your point?"

He took a sip of his coffee and said, "It's just a lot easier to find someone if they stay in one place, that's all."

I took a a few sips before I answered, "Yeah well, I got accepted into the University of Chicago and I already had a place to stay here and a job already lined up." I took another sip. "It just made sense to stay here."

"Wow. How did you manage to find a place to stay and a job so quickly?"

I had to stop and think for a moment about how I would answer that. Finally, I just gave up and simply said, "James."

He gave me a confused look and asked me, "Who's James?"

Just thinking about James hurt. I could already feel some tears beginning to form, so I had to look away from Edward for a moment to collect myself before saying, "James Hunter."

Edward didn't say anything right away, but from the look in his eyes, I knew that he was trying to remember something.

Finally he said, "James Hunter. Why does that name sound so familiar? I swear I've heard that name before."

"That's probably because he was my husband," I said sarcastically. I took another drink from my cappuccino while he answered me.

"I know that! I meant that I've heard that name before. I just can't remember where." I knew that he would figure it out, but I wasn't going to help him do so. I didn't have to wait very long though. Just a moment later, he looked back up at me and said, "Wait a minute! Wasn't he the guy that kidnapped you in highschool?"

I glared at him before I answered. "For your information, James didn't kidnap me." I then spent the next few minutes explaining to him about what happened.

When I was finished, Edward looked at me skeptically and said, "That's what really happened? You're dad said-"

I cut him off. "My dad said what? That James was a bad man and I was defending him because I was suffering from Stockholm Syndrome? Edward, my dad was an alcoholic in severe denial. I don't know why he refused to believe me, but James wasn't a bad person. He was the only person that was there for me when I had no one else. He never once hurt me. If anything, I owe him my life."

Before he could ask me what I meant by that, I stood up and said, "I have to get back to the office to finish some work. You still have an appointment for tomorrow?" He nodded. "Fine, I'll see you then."

And then I walked out. Once I was back in my office and sitting down, I thought about the last thing I said to him.

I just knew he wasn't going to let that comment go, but there was nothing I could do about it tonight.

I'll just have to deal with it tomorrow.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed it. There will be another interrogation from Edward tomorow.

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