Thanks for not kicking me for the shortie on the last chapter. ;-) (Also, thank you for being patient with the re-posts!)
Careful…
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She's relieved beyond belief when her two o'clock session cancels at the last second. Bella would normally be irritated by the loss of a clinical hour, but not today. Today she needs the time to myself.
Not only is she still catching up after being out of the office for two weeks, but there is an unread email sitting in my inbox that has had her distracted since it arrived early this morning.
She guesses Jason Jenks works fast. She only just gave him her information to forward to Edward yesterday.
Fingers hovering over the mouse, she pauses over the message subject for another moment before she clicks on it. She's taken every step up until this point with similar care, not wanting to act rashly or on impulse, but it seems somewhat pointless at this juncture.
She knows she's going to click on the damn thing, just like she knew she was going to read that letter, just like she knew she wasn't going to drive out of town and pretend she hadn't seen Edward sitting at that red light.
Still, her heart flutters a little as the screen flashes to white before the message loads. This could be a mistake. This could end in more heartache for her. For both of them.
But it could also lead to resolution… if they're careful. So she's being careful.
The email loads and it's brief.
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To: Isabella Swan
From: EA Cullen
Subject: Contact Info
Dear Bella,
I received a call from my attorney today, which must mean that you've read my letter. All I can say is thank you. That means more than I can say.
So, I'm not going to try to guess where you want to go from here, but please feel free to get in touch with me in whatever way you're most comfortable, whenever you're ready. My contact info is enclosed.
Take care,
Edward
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When Bella reaches the end of the quick note, she lets out a breath she didn't know she was holding. It was nothing to get excited over, but still…
The door is open a little wider. His information is all there. The ball is in her court.
Now the question is—what to do with it?
Looking between her cell phone and the computer screen, she tries to decide what's best. In the end, she doesn't trust herself to speak to him without being impulsive yet, so she moves her hand back to the mouse and hits the reply button.
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To: EA Cullen
From: Isabella Swan
Subject: Thank You
Dear Edward,
Thank you for getting back to me…
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