“Hey, Jacob!” I felt an unfamiliar surge of enthusiasm at his smile. I realized that I was pleased to see him. This knowledge surprised me.
I smiled back, and something clicked silently into place, like two corresponding puzzle pieces. I’d forgotten how much I really liked Jacob Black.
He stopped a few feet away from me, and I stared up at him in surprise, leaning my head back though the rain pelted my face.
“You grew again!” I accused in amazement.
He laughed, his smile widening impossibly. “Six five,” he announced with self-satisfaction. His voice was deeper, but it had the husky tone I remembered.
“Is it ever going to stop?” I shook my head in disbelief. “You’re huge.”
“Still a beanpole, though.” He grimaced. “Come inside! You’re getting all wet.”
He led the way, twisting his hair in his big hands as he walked. He pulled a rubber band from his hip pocket and wound it around the bundle.
“Hey, Dad,” he called as he ducked to get through the front door. “Look who stopped by.”
Billy was in the tiny square living room, a book in his hands. He set the book in his lap and wheeled himself forward when he saw me.
“Well, what do you know! It’s good to see you, Bella.”
We shook hands. Mine was lost in his wide grasp.
“What brings you out here? Everything okay with Charlie?”
“Yes, absolutely. I just wanted to see Jacob—I haven’t seen him in forever.”
Jacob’s eyes brightened at my words. He was smiling so big it looked like it would hurt his cheeks.
“Can you stay for dinner?” Billy was eager, too.
“No, I’ve got to feed Charlie, you know.”
“I’ll call him now,” Billy suggested. “He’s always invited.”
I laughed to hide my discomfort. “It’s not like you’ll never see me again. I promise I’ll be back again soon—so much you’ll get sick of me.” After all, if Jacob could fix the bike, someone had to teach me how to ride it.
Billy chuckled in response. “Okay, maybe next time.”
“So, Bella, what do you want to do?” Jacob asked.
“Whatever. What were you doing before I interrupted?” I was strangely comfortable here. It was familiar, but only distantly. There were no painful reminders of the recent past.
Jacob hesitated. “I was just heading out to work on my car, but we can do something else . . .”
“No, that’s perfect!” I interrupted. “I’d love to see your car.”
“Okay,” he said, not convinced. “It’s out back, in the garage.”
Even better, I thought to myself. I waved at Billy. “See you later.”
A thick stand of trees and shrubbery concealed his garage from the house. The garage was no more than a couple of big preformed sheds that had been bolted together with their interior walls knocked out. Under this shelter, raised on cinder blocks, was what looked to me like a completed automobile. I recognized the symbol on the grille, at least.
“What kind of Volkswagen is that?” I asked.
“It’s an old Rabbit—1986, a classic.”
“How’s it going?”
“Almost finished,” he said cheerfully. And then his voice dropped into a lower key. “My dad made good on his promise last spring.”
“Ah,” I said.
He seemed to understand my reluctance to open the subject. I tried not to remember last May at the prom. Jacob had been bribed by his father with money and car parts to deliver a message there. Billy wanted me to stay a safe distance from the most important person in my life. It turned out that his concern was, in the end, unnecessary. I was all too safe now.
But I was going to see what I could do to change that.
“Jacob, what do you know about motorcycles?” I asked.
He shrugged. “Some. My friend Embry has a dirt bike. We work on it together sometimes. Why?”
“Well...,” I pursed my lips as I considered. I wasn’t sure if he could keep his mouth shut, but I didn’t have many other options. “I recently acquired a couple of bikes, and they’re not in the greatest condition. I wonder if you could get them running?”
“Cool.” He seemed truly pleased by the challenge. His face glowed. “I’ll give it a try.”
I held up one finger in warning. “The thing is,” I explained, “Charlie doesn’t approve of motorcycles. Honestly, he’d probably bust a vein in his forehead if he knew about this. So you can’t tell Billy.”
“Sure, sure.” Jacob smiled. “I understand.”
“I’ll pay you,” I continued.