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           Ichokedbackthehysteriathatthreatenedtoexplode,butasmallgigglemanagedtogetoutdespitemyefforts.Hegloweredatme.Iwavedandfledtothelockerroom.

           Idressedquickly,somethingstrongerthanbutterfliesbatteringrecklesslyagainstthewallsofmystomach,myargumentwithMikealreadyadistantmemory.IwaswonderingifEdwardwouldbewaiting,orifIshouldmeethimathiscar.Whatifhisfamilywasthere?Ifeltawaveofrealterror.DidtheyknowthatIknew?WasIsupposedtoknowthattheyknewthatIknew,ornot?

           BythetimeIwalkedoutofthegym,Ihadjustaboutdecidedtowalkstraighthomewithoutevenlookingtowardtheparkinglot.Butmyworrieswereunnecessary.Edwardwaswaiting,leaningcasuallyagainstthesideofthegym,hisbreathtakingfaceuntroublednow.AsIwalkedtohisside,Ifeltapeculiarsenseofrelease.

           "Hi,"Ibreathed,smilinghugely.

           "Hello."Hisansweringsmilewasbrilliant."HowwasGym?"

           Myfacefellatinybit."Fine,"Ilied.

           "Really?"Hewasunconvinced.Hiseyesshiftedtheirfocusslightly,lookingovermyshoulderandnarrowing.IglancedbehindmetoseeMike’sbackashewalkedaway.

           "What?"Idemanded.

           Hiseyesslidbacktomine,stilltight."Newton’sgettingonmynerves."

           "Youweren’tlisteningagain?"Iwashorror-struck.Alltracesofmysuddengoodhumorvanished.

           "How’syourhead?"heaskedinnocently.

           "You’reunbelievable!"Iturned,stompingawayinthegeneraldirectionoftheparkinglot,thoughIhadn’truledoutwalkingatthispoint.

           Hekeptupwithmeeasily.