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           "Sheexaggeratedthewordintothreesyllables."EdwardCullen."

           "Iknow,"Iagreed."Wow"didn’tevencoverit.

           "Wait!"Herhandsflewup,palmstowardmelikeshewasstoppingtraffic."Hashekissedyou?"

           "No,"Imumbled."It’snotlikethat."

           Shelookeddisappointed.I’msureIdid,too.

           "DoyouthinkSaturday...?"Sheraisedhereyebrows.

           "Ireallydoubtit."Thediscontentinmyvoicewaspoorlydisguised.

           "Whatdidyoutalkabout?"Shepushedformoreinformationinawhisper.ClasshadstartedbutMr.Varnerwasn’tpayingcloseattentionandweweren’ttheonlyonesstilltalking.

           "Idon’tknow,Jess,lotsofstuff,"Iwhisperedback."WetalkedabouttheEnglishessayalittle."Avery,verylittle.Ithinkhementioneditinpassing.

           "Please,Bella,"shebegged."Givemesomedetails."

           "Well...okay,I’vegotone.Youshouldhaveseenthewaitressflirtingwithhim-itwasoverthetop.Buthedidn’tpayanyattentiontoheratall."Lethimmakewhathecouldofthat.

           "That’sagoodsign,"shenodded."Wasshepretty?"

           "Very-andprobablynineteenortwenty."

           "Evenbetter.Hemustlikeyou."

           "Ithinkso,butit’shardtotell.He’salwayssocryptic,"Ithrewinforhisbenefit,sighing.

           "Idon’tknowhowyou’rebraveenoughtobealonewithhim,"shebreathed.

           "Why?"Iwasshocked,butshedidn’tunderstandmyreaction.

           "He’sso...intimidating.Iwouldn’tknowwhattosaytohim."Shemadeaface,probablyrememberingthismorningorlastnight,whenhe’dturnedtheoverwhelmingforceofhiseyesonher.