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  ao e with you?”
  i tried to be crafty as i hid my horror.
  ”that's all right, dad, i'll probably just be in dressing rooms all day —
  very b.”
  ”oh, okay.” the thought of sitting in women's g stores for any
  period of time immediately put him off.
  ”thanks.” i smiled at him.
  ”will you be ba time for the dance?”
  grrr. only in a town this small would a father khe high school
  dances were.
  ”no — i don't dance, dad.” he, of all people, should uhat — i
  did my balans from my mother.
  he did uand. ”oh, that's right,” he realized.
  the m, whehe parking lot, i deliberately
  parked as far as possible from the silver volvo. i didn't ut
  myself ih of too much temptation and end up owing him a new car.
  getting out of the cab, i fumbled with my key ao a puddle
  at my feet. as i be, a white ha a
  before i could. i jerked upright. edward was right o me,
  leaning casually against my truck.
  ”how do you do that?” i asked iion.
  ”do what?” he held my key out as he spoke. as i reached for it, he
  dropped it into my palm.
  ”appear out of thin air.”
  ”bella, it's not my fault if you are exally u.” his
  voice was quiet as usual — velvet, muted.
  i scoerfect face. his eyes were light again today, a deep,
  golden honey color. then i had to look down, to reassemble my now-tangled
  thoughts.
  ”why the traffic jam last night?” i demaill looking away. ”i
  thought you were supposed t i do irritating
  me to death.”
  ”that was for tyler's sake, o give him his ce.” he
  snickered.
  ”you…” i gasped. i 't think of a bad enough word. it felt like the
  heat of my anger should physi him, but he only seemed more
  amused.
  ”and i'm ending you do,” he ued.
  ”s to irritate me to death? siyler's van didn't do
  the job?”
  anger flashed in his tawny eyes. his lips pressed into a hard line, all
  signs one.
  ”bella, you are utterly absurd,” he said, his low voice cold.
  my palms tingled — i wanted so badly to hit something. i rised at
  myself. i was usually a person. i turned my bad started
  to walk away.
  ”wait,” he called. i kept walking, sloshing angrily through the rain. but
  he was o me, easily keeping pace.
  ”i'm sorry, that was rude,” he said as we walked. i ignored him. ”i'm not
  saying it isn't true,” he ued, ”but it was rude to say it, anyway.”
  ”why won't you leave me alone?” i grumbled.
  ”i wao ask you something, but you sidetracked me,” he chuckled. he
  seemed to have recood humor.
  ”do you have a multiple personality disorder?” i asked severely.
  ”y it again.”
  i sighed. ”fi do you want to ask?”
  ”i was w if, a week from saturday — you khe
  spring dance —”
  ”are y to be funny?” i ied him, wheeling toward him. my
  face got drenched as i looked up at his expression.
  his eyes were wickedly amused. ”will you please allow me to finish?”
  i bit my lip and clasped my haerlog my fingers, so i
  't do anything rash.
  ”i heard you say y to seattle that day, and i was w
  if you wanted a ride.”
  that ected.
  ”what?” i wasn't sure what he was getting at.
  ”do you wale?”
  ”with who?” i asked, mystified.
  ”myself, obviously.” he enunciated every syllable, as if he were talking
  to someoally handicapped.
  i was still stunned. ”why?”
  ”lanning to go to seattle i few weeks, and, to be
  ho, i'm not sure if your truck