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  ed harmless enough et it pletely.
  i caught myself whistling ulli part of my hair
  bato a barrette, and later again as i skipped dowairs.
  oticed.
  ”you're cheerful this m,” he ented over breakfast.
  i shrugged. ”it's friday.”
  i hurried so i wo the sed charlie left. i had my bag
  ready, shoes oh brushed, but even though i rushed to the door as
  soon as i was sure charlie would be out of sight, edward was faster. he
  was waiting in his shiny dows down, engine off.
  i didhis time, g in the passenger side quickly, the
  sooo see his face. he grinned his ile at me, stopping my
  breath a. i 't imagine how an angel could be any more
  glorious. there was nothing about him that proved upon.
  ”how did you sleep?” he asked. i wondered if he had any idea how
  appealing his voice was.
  ”fine. how was yht?”
  ”pleasant.” his smile was amused; i felt like i was missing an inside
  joke.
  ” i ask what you did?” i asked.
  ”no.” he grioday is still mine.”
  he wao knole today: more about renée, her hobbies, what
  we'd done iogether. ahe oher i'd
  known, my few school friends — embarrassing me whe boys
  i'd dated. i was relieved that i'd ed a
  partiversation 't last long. he seemed as surprised as
  jessigela by my laantic history.
  ”so you aed?” he asked io
  made me as thinking about.
  i was grudgi in phoenix.”
  his lips pressed together into a hard line.
  we were i this point. the day had sped by in the blur
  that idly beiook advantage of his brief pause to
  take a bite of my bagel.
  ”i should have let you drive yourself today,” he announced, apropos of
  nothing, while i chewed.
  ”why?” i demanded.
  ”i'm leaving with alice after lunch.”
  ”oh.” i blinked, beoi's okay, it's not that
  far of a walk.”
  he froatiently. ”i'm not going to make you walk home. we'll
  go get your trud leave it here for you.”
  ”i don't have my key with me,” i sighed. ”i really don't mind walking.”
  what i minded was losih him.
  he shook his head. ”your truck will be here, and the key will be in the
  ignition — unless you're afraid someoeal it.” he laughed at
  the thought.
  ”all right,” i agreed, pursing my lips. i retty sure my key was in
  the pocket of a pair of jeans i wore wednesday, under a pile of clothes
  in the laundry room. even if he broke into my house, or whatever he was
  planning, he'd . he seemed to feel the ge in my
  t. he smirked, overt.
  ”soing?” i asked as casually as i anage.
  ”hunting,” he answered grimly. ”if i'm going to be aloh you
  tomorrow, i'm goiever pres i .” his face grew
  morose… and pleading. ”you always cel, you know.”
  i looked down, afraid of the persuasive power of his eyes. i refused to
  be , no matter how real the da be. it
  doesn't matter, i repeated in my head.
  ”no,” i whispered, glang back at his fa't.”
  ”perhaps yht,” he murmured bleakly. his eyes seemed to darken in
  color as i watched.
  i ged the subject. ”what time will i see you tomorrow?” i asked,
  already depressed by the thought of him leaving now.
  ”that depends… it's a saturday, don't you want to sleep in?” he offered.
  ”no,” i aoo fast. he restrained a smile.
  ”the same time as usual, then,” he decided. ”will charlie be there?”
  ”no, he's fishing tomorrow.” i beamed at the memory of how tly
  things had worked o