Edward gave me a sour look. “Hilarious, Bella.” Charlie was in a good mood when we got back. He could see the tension between me and Edward, and he was misinterpreting it. He watched me throw together his dinner with a smug smile on his face. Edward had excused himself for a moment, to do some surveillance, I assumed, but Charlie waited till he was back to pass on my messages. “Jacob called again,” Charlie said as soon as Edward was in the room. I kept my face empty as I set the plate in front of him. “Is that a fact?” Charlie frowned. “Don’t be petty, Bella. He sounded really low.” “Is Jacob paying you for all the P.R., or are you a volunteer?” Charlie grumbled incoherently at me until the food cut off his garbled complaint. Though he didn’t realize it, he’d found his mark. …show more content…
What if somethingdid happen to me? It seemed worse than petty to leave Jacob feeling guilty about what he’d said. But I didn’t want to talk to him with Charlie around, to have to watch my every word so I didn’t let the wrong thing slip. Thinking about this made me jealous of Jacob and Billy’s relationship. How easy it must be when you had no secrets from the person you lived with. So I would wait for the morning. I most likely wasn’t going to die tonight, after all, and it wouldn’t hurt Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html him to feel guilty for twelve more hours. It might even be good for him. When Edward officially left for the evening, I wondered who was out in the downpour, keeping an eye on Charlie and me. I felt awful for Alice or whoever else it might be, but still comforted. I had to admit it was nice, knowing I wasn’t alone. And Edward was back in record