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           "Wherehaveyoubeen?"Jessica’svoicewassuspicious.

           "Igotlost,"Iadmittedsheepishly."AndthenIranintoEdward."Igesturedtowardhim.

           "WoulditbeallrightifIjoinedyou?"heaskedinhissilken,irresistiblevoice.Icouldseefromtheirstaggeredexpressionsthathehadneverunleashedhistalentsonthembefore.

           "Er...sure,"Jessicabreathed.

           "Um,actually,Bella,wealreadyatewhilewewerewaiting-sorry,"Angelaconfessed.

           "That’sfine-I’mnothungry."Ishrugged.

           "Ithinkyoushouldeatsomething."Edward’svoicewaslow,butfullofauthority.HelookedupatJessicaandspokeslightlylouder."DoyoumindifIdriveBellahometonight?Thatwayyouwon’thavetowaitwhilesheeats."

           "Uh,noproblem,Iguess..."Shebitherlip,tryingtofigureoutfrommyexpressionwhetherthatwaswhatIwanted.Iwinkedather.Iwanted

           nothingmorethantobealonewithmyperpetualsavior.ThereweresomanyquestionsthatIcouldn’tbombardhimwithtillwewerebyourselves.

           "Okay."AngelawasquickerthanJessica."Seeyoutomorrow,Bella...Edward."ShegrabbedJessica’shandandpulledhertowardthecar,whichIcouldseealittlewaysaway,parkedacrossFirstStreet.Astheygotin,Jessturnedandwaved,herfaceeagerwithcuriosity.Iwavedback,waitingforthemtodriveawaybeforeIturnedtofacehim.

           "Honestly,I’mnothungry,"Iinsisted,lookinguptoscrutinizehisface.Hisexpressionwasunreadable.

           "Humorme."

           Hewalkedtothedooroftherestaurantandhelditopenwithanobstinateexpression.