The festival is a blast. I get some mums for my front pouch, the giant pumpkin, and 2 wreathes—one for fall I hang up immediately, and one for Christmas I save in my garage. It felt so good joining the town and talking to the people. This community truly is my home now.

I put my ribbons on my bulletin board in my kitchen with the ones from previous years. I've never brought home three gold ribbons before. Hell, last year, I didn't even place in the cupcakes section.

"Momma did good, Ulysses," I say, leaning back against the counter while petting him and admiring my ribbons. "Next year, we'll bring home all gold."

He meows, and I scratch his chin until he's satisfied. It's close enough to dinner, so I go ahead and feed him and add some of the goop treat next to his bowl. It's pure cat crack. Just a tube of tuna paste that he loves.

I take my gun and badge off, laying them on the counter and start tidying up. I wipe down Edward's mixer and do my dishes, and then look for something to eat. I'm kind of pooped, though, and decide to order pizza instead. I call in for a large pepperoni and bacon with extra cheese, and they say it'll be here in thirty minutes, so I take the time to grab a quick shower.

The hole in my side is healing well, and I should be getting the stitches out on Monday. Garrett said to call his office, but it'll be easier just to have Edward do it.

I throw on a pair of black jeans and a white flannel, leaving my hair down to dry, and then head downstairs. I barely settle onto the couch before my doorbell rings, and I grab my wallet from the counter, expecting the pizza guy.

I mean, there's pizza but the guy is Edward and not some teenager.

"I tipped him for you," he says, coming inside and heading for my kitchen. "You look refreshed."

I nodded. "A shower does wonders. I cleaned up your mixer for you. I can't thank you enough for letting me use it."

He smiles, opening the pizza box. "You can repay me in pizza."

I grab two paper plates from the cabinet and nod. "Have at it."

He grabs two slices while I start off with one. I grab the red pepper flakes from the cabinet, and once I'm done, he holds his hand out for it and pours it over his pizza slices.

He follows me into the living room and takes the seat on the other side of the couch. "So, what are we watching?"

I shrug. "I was going to put on Rick and Morty, but if you want something else, here's the remote."

He shakes his head. "No, that's fine. So, are you actually okay losing to me?"

I laugh lightly. "If you'd asked me that a week ago, I'd have said hell no, but … we both did a good job. This year, yours happened to grab the judges' attention a little more. Besides, there's always next year."

"You're pretty level-headed about this. I'll be honest I never thought I'd actually beat you—and in the pie contest, to boot—so I'm still wrapping my head around it."

"You're the reigning pie king now, dude. Get ready for Mrs. Cope to ask you to make a few for the diner."

"I suppose I could make a few more," he says, taking a bite of the slice of pizza as I do the same.

We both moan at the deliciousness.

I'm surprised he doesn't leave when he finishes eating. He throws our plates away, and then sits down closer to me on the couch.

"So, do you still hate me?" he asks.

I shake my head, biting my lip. "Hate is not the word I'd use."

"So … you like me?"

I blush as he moves closer. "Let's suppose I do like you. What does that look like to you?"

"It looks like I'm going to try this." He dips his head, capturing my lips. I don't move away because it's a spectacular kiss, and I love the way his lips move against mine.

When we part, both panting, I smile up at him. "I like the way that looks."

He chuckles. "Oh, thank God. It was either going to go one of two ways. Enjoyment or a slap in the face. I'm glad it wasn't the slap."

I smirk. "It'd have been a knee to the balls actually."

"Shut up and come here."

He pulls me onto his lap, and our lips meet again. It's hot and heavy, and I can't get enough. I unbutton his shirt as his lips work in mysterious ways, and he pulls mine over my head.

He lays me back against the couch and goes for my jeans, flicking the button open and wriggling them off me. He rids himself of his too, and then he's back on top of me, kissing his way down my neck to my chest. His hand grazes my sensitive skin, and he kisses his way past my belly button.

"Not to be crude, but I've been wanting to taste your pie."

I laugh out loud and cover my face. How fucking corny. He's chuckling too but starts to work my panties off. When his tongue makes contact, it's like I'm seeing stars. Oh shit, he's got a talented tongue.

It doesn't take long before I'm close to the edge, and I bury my hands in his hair, panting his name.

"Oh, Edward. Oh, God."

He dips a finger into me, and I lose it. I'm full-on screaming now, and he raises up, looking as proud as a peacock.

"More," I beg. "I want all of you."

He picks me up from the couch, and we go upstairs to my bedroom. He lays me down gently and kicks off his underwear, revealing a member of above average size. I hunger for it. I want him to fill me and make me come more than once.

I grab at him, pulling him down on top of me, and spread my legs. He sits up on his knees and pulls me close before filling me so fantastically.

"You have to tell me if I hurt you," he says.

"I'll be fine."

I'm not letting broken ribs get in the way of this.

He moves rhythmically, and every ounce of him feels so incredible. Sure, it's been a while since I last got laid, but this is more than just filling a desire. We connect. We're in sync.

I come twice before he does, but we finish together. I'm seeing rainbows as he falls on the bed beside me.

"Well, that changes things," I pant. "I'm going to want this on the regular."

He kisses me. "You can have me whenever your heart desires, lovely girl."

"So … are we a thing?"

He nods. "I'd like to be, but I should definitely take you out on a date to make it official. I'm off Monday night. Does that work?"

I smile. "Sounds good to me."

I don't own Twilight.

Thanks to Ashley, May, and Mary prereading and Sally for beta'ing.