have known that I stood here in the thick woods that bordered the pavement. I waited until no one was
looking, and then I strolled casually from between the trees into the lot full of parked cars.
I heard Bella's truck rumbling around the corner, and I paused behind a Suburban, where I could watch
without being seen.
She drove into the lot, glaring at my Volvo for a long moment before she parked in one of the most
distant spaces, a frown on her face.
It was strange to remember that she was probably still angry with me, and with good reason.
I wanted to laugh at myself-or kick myself. All my plotting and planning was entirely moot if she didn't
care for me, too, wasn't it? Her dream could have been about something completely random. I was such
an arrogant fool.
Well, it was so much the better for her if she didn't care for me. That wouldn't stop me from pursuing
her, but I would give her fair warning as I pursued. I owed her that.
I walked silently forward, wondering how best to approach her.
She made it easy. Her truck key slipped through her fingers as she got out, and fell into a deep puddle.
She reached down, but I got to it first, retrieving it before she had to put her fingers in the cold water.
I leaned back against her truck as she started and then straightened up.
"How do you do that?" she demanded.
Yes, she was still angry.
I offered her the key. "Do what?"
She held her hand out, and I dropped the key in her palm. I took a deep breath, pulling in her scent.
"Appear out of thin air," she clarified.
"Bella, it's not my fault if you are exceptionally unobservant." The words were wry, almost a joke. Was
there anything she didn't see?
Did she hear how my voice wrapped around her name like a caress?
She glared at me, not appreciating my humor. Her heartbeat sped-from anger? From fear? After a
moment, she looked down.
"Why the traffic jam last night?" she asked without meeting my eyes. "I thought you were supposed to
be pretending I don't exist, not irritating me to death."
Still very angry. It was going to take some effort to make things right with her. I remembered my resolve
to be truthful with her...
"That was for Tyler's sake, not mine. I had to give him his chance." And then I laughed. I couldn't help it,
thinking of her expression yesterday.
"You-" she gasped, and then broke off, appearing to be too furious to finish. There it was-that same
expression. I choked back another laugh. She was mad enough already.
"And I'm not pretending you don't exist," I finished. It was right to keep this casual, teasing. She would
not understand if I let her see how I really felt. I would frighten her. I had to keep my feelings in check,
keep things light...
"So you are trying to irritate me to death? Since Tyler's van didn't do the job?"
A quick flash of anger pulsed through me. Could she honestly believe that?
It was irrational for me to be so affronted-she didn't know of the transformation that had happened in
the night. But I was angry all the same.
"Bella, you are utterly absurd," I snapped.
Her face flushed, and she turned her back on me. She began to walk away.
Remorse. I had no right to my anger.
"Wait," I pleaded.
She did not stop, so I followed after her.
"I'm sorry, that was rude. I'm not saying it isn't true" -it was absurd to imagine that I wanted her harmed
in any way- "but it was rude to say it, anyway."
"Why won't you leave me alone?"
Believe me, I wanted to say. I've tried. Oh, and also, I'm wretchedly in love with you. Keep it light.
"I wanted to ask you something, but you sidetracked me." A course of action had just occurred to me,
and I laughed.
"Do you have a multiple personality disorder?" she asked.
It must seem that way. My mood was erratic, so many new emotions coursing through me. "You're
doing it again," I pointed out.
She sighed. "Fine then. What do you want to ask?"
"I was wondering if, a week from Saturday..." I watched the shock cross her face, and choked back
another laugh. "You know, the day of the spring dance-"
She cut me off, finally returning her eyes to mine. "Are you trying to be funny?"
Yes. "Will you let me finish?"
She waited in silence, her teeth pressing into her soft lower lip. That sight distracted me for a second.#p#分页标题#e#
Strange, unfamiliar reactions stirred deep in my forgotten human core. I tried to shake them off so I
could play my role.
"I heard you say that you were going to Seattle that day, and I was wondering if you wanted a ride?" I
offered. I'd realized that, better than just questioning her about her plans, I might share them.
She stared at me blankly. "What?"
"Do you want a ride to Seattle?" Alone in a car with her-my throat burned at the thought. I took a deep