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           "Youhavegoosebumps,"helaugheddelightedly.

           "You’reagoodstoryteller,"Icomplimentedhim,stillstaringintothewaves.

           "Prettycrazystuff,though,isn’tit?Nowondermydaddoesn’twantustotalkaboutittoanyone."

           Icouldn’tcontrolmyexpressionenoughtolookathimyet."Don’tworry,Iwon’tgiveyouaway."

           "IguessIjustviolatedthetreaty,"helaughed.

           "I’lltakeittothegrave,"Ipromised,andthenIshivered.

           "Seriously,though,don’tsayanythingtoCharlie.Hewasprettymadatmydadwhenheheardthatsomeofusweren’tgoingtothehospitalsinceDr.Cullenstartedworkingthere."

           "Iwon’t,ofcoursenot."

           "Sodoyouthinkwe’reabunchofsuperstitiousnativesorwhat?"heaskedinaplayfultone,butwithahintofworry.Istillhadn’tlookedawayfromtheocean.

           IturnedandsmiledathimasnormallyasIcould.

           "No.Ithinkyou’reverygoodattellingscarystories,though.Istillhavegoosebumps,see?"Iheldupmyarm.

           "Cool."Hesmiled.

           Andthenthesoundofthebeachrocksclatteringagainsteachotherwarnedusthatsomeonewasapproaching.OurheadssnappedupatthesametimetoseeMikeandJessicaaboutfiftyyardsaway,walkingtowardus.

           "Thereyouare,Bella,"Mikecalledinrelief,wavinghisarmoverhishead.

           "Isthatyourboyfriend?"Jacobasked,alertedbythejealousedgeinMike’svoice.Iwassurpriseditwassoobvious.

           "No,definitelynot,"Iwhispered.IwastremendouslygratefultoJacob,andeagertomakehimashappyaspossible.