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Author's note at the end of the chapter.
"Do you like your chicken?" the woman in front of him asks Edward.
Edward hums nodding his head and goes back to taking a bite then moving the food around his plate. He is on a stupid date. The fifth date in a month. Why? Because Bella has taken it upon herself to make him move on. He tried to talk her out of it the first time, the second time, and the third time, but it didn't work out. She wouldn't listen. She wouldn't budge. She has set a plan in her mind and has sworn to go through with it.
The clattering of spoons shocks him out of his thoughts and he looks up to find his date giving him a strange look. "Go to her."
"I am sorry," Edward tells her in confusion unsure who she is talking about.
"The woman you are hung up over. Go to her and tell her you want her or at least stay home and move on before you start dating around," she tells him then raises her glass of wine to meet her lips.
"I can't," Edward grumbles.
She raises a perfectly arched eyebrow and asks him, "Which part can you not do?"
"Both."
Maya rolls her eyes at him and tells him, "You should be able to do at least one of those."
"Not when she is the one arranging those dates for me so I can get over her," he replies.
Maya barks out a laugh at that. "You are joking, right?"
"I am not," Edward tells her then explains to her how he ended up on this date.
"So let me get this straight. Your ex that you have a child with wants you to move on and is setting you on those dates?" He nods his head.
"Doesn't she know that you can't forget someone by meeting someone else?" She asks.
Edward shrugs then tells her, "I don't think she cares at this point. She just wants me to move on so that I am no longer an option for her."
She looks up deep in thought before she turns to him her eyes spelling trouble and tells him, "You my friend are in real trouble, but I think I have a plan for you that will fix everything for you."
Edward listens to her and then laughs before he tells her, "I think you are on to something."
They both spend the rest of the date working on their plan and giggling like school girls before Edward gives her a hug and they part ways.
"So how did it go?" Bella asks him the next morning over breakfast after Cece leaves the table to get ready.
Edward doesn't answer her. Instead, he gets up then kisses her forehead and tells her, "Thank you."
Bella frowns at that but before she can ask anything, he slings his bag across his shoulder and leaves the house locking the door behind him.
She turns to find Angela amused. "You got your wishes. It seems like he likes yesterday's date."
"You think so?" Bella asks her unsure, after all, he didn't tell her if he liked the woman. What if he answered her that because he wants to thank her for the effort she makes and not for what Angela thinks?
Angela laughs then tells her, "Are you kidding me? Every time he comes homes, he throws a temper tantrum and tells you that he hates you like a teenager would. This time he didn't wake anyone up when he returned and thanked you. His thanks screamed, you were right and I was wrong. I apologize. Please forgive me."
"You think?" Bella asks unsure as an uncomfortable feeling settles in the pit of her stomach.
"Of course!" Angela exclaims then gets up to help Cece get ready and leaves Bella alone with the empty table and a fire inside of her that she is all too familiar with.
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