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“For me；” he amended quietly。 “And now； I suppose；” he continued with a wry smile； “you have
something you want to ask me？”
I stared at him blankly。 “I do？”
“Or maybe not。” He grinned。 “I was rather under the impression that you’d promised to ask my
permission to go to some kind of werewolf soirée tonight。”
“Eavesdropping again？”
He grinned。 “Just a bit； at the very end。”
“Well； I wasn’t going to ask you anyway。 I figured you had enough to stress about。”
He put his hand under my chin； and held my face so that he could read my eyes。 “Would you like to go？”
“It’s no big thing。 Don’t worry about it。”
“You don’t have to ask my permission； Bella。 I’m not your father — thank heaven for that。 Perhaps you
should ask Charlie； though。”
“But you know Charlie will say yes。”
“I do have a bit more insight into his probable answer than most people would； it’s true。”
I just stared at him； trying to understand what he wanted； and trying to put out of my mind the yearning I
felt to go to La Push so that I wouldn’t be swayed by my own wishes。 It was stupid to want to go hang out
with a bunch of big idiot wolfboys right now when there was so much that was frightening and unexplained
going on。 Of course； that was exactly why I wanted to go。 I wanted to escape the death threats； for just a few
hours 。 。 。 to be the lessmature； morereckless Bella who could laugh it off with Jacob； if only briefly。 But that
didn’t matter。
“Bella；” Edward said。 “I told you that I was going to be reasonable and trust your judgment。 I meant that。
If you trust the werewolves； then I’m not going to worry about them。”
“Wow；” I said； as I had last night。
“And Jacob’s right — about one thing； anyway — a pack of werewolves ought to be enough to protect
even you for one evening。”
“Are you sure？”
“Of course。 Only 。 。 。”
I braced myself。
“I hope you won’t mind taking a few precautions？ Allowing me to drive you to the boundary line； for one。
And then taking a cell phone； so that I’ll know when to pick you up？”
“That sounds 。 。 。 very reasonable。”
“Excellent。”
He smiled at me； and I could see no trace of apprehension in his jewellike eyes。
To no one’s surprise； Charlie had no problem at all with me going to La Push for a bonfire。 Jacob crowed
with undisguised exultation when I called to give him the news； and he seemed eager enough to embrace
Edward’s safety measures。 He promised to meet us at the line between territories at six。
I had decided； after a short internal debate； that I would not sell my motorcycle。 I would take it back to
La Push where it belonged and； when I no longer needed it anymore 。 。 。 well； then； I would insist that Jacob
profit from his work somehow。 He could sell it or give it to a friend。 It didn’t matter to me。
Tonight seemed like a good opportunity to return the bike to Jacob’s garage。 As gloomy as I was feeling
about things lately； every day seemed like a possible last chance。 I didn’t have time to procrastinate any task；
no matter how minor。
Edward only nodded when I explained what I wanted； but I thought I saw a flicker of consternation in his
eyes； and I knew he was no happier about the idea of me on a motorcycle than Charlie was。
I followed him back to his house； to the garage where I’d left the bike。 It wasn’t until I pulled the truck in
and got out that I realized the consternation might not be entirely about my safety this time。
Next to my little antique motorcycle； overshadowing it； was another vehicle。 To call this other vehicle a
motorcycle hardly seemed fair； since it didn’t seem to belong to the same family as my suddenly shabby
looking bike。
It was big and sleek and silver and — even totally motionless — it looked fast。
“What is that？”
“Nothing；” Edward murmured。
“It doesn’t look like nothing。”
Edward’s expression was casual； he seemed determined to blow it off。 “Well； I didn’t know if you were
going to forgive your friend； or he you； and I wondered if you would still want to ride your bike anyway。 It
sounded like it was something that you enjoyed。 I thought I could go with you； if you wished。” He shrugged。
I stared at the beautiful machine。 Beside it； my bike looked like a broken tricycle。 I felt a sudden wave of
sadness when I realized that this was not a bad analogy for the way I probably looked next to Edward。
“I wouldn’t be able to keep up with you；” I whispered。
Edward put his hand under my chin and pulled my face around so that he could see it straight on。 With one
finger； he tried to push the corner of my mouth up。
“I’d keep pace with you； Bella。”
“That wouldn’t be much fun for you。”
“Of course it would； if we were together。”
I bit my lip and imagined it for a moment。 “Edward； if you thought I was going too fast or losing control of
the bike or something； what would you do？”
He hesitated； obviously trying to find the right answer。 I knew the truth： he’d find some way to save me
before I crashed。
Then he smiled。 It looked effortless； except for the tiny defensive tightening of his eyes。
“This is something you do with Jacob。 I see that now。”
“It’s just that； well； I don’t slow him down so much； you know。 I could try； I guess。 。 。 。”
I eyed the silver motorcycle doubtfully。
“Don’t worry about it；” Edward said； and then he laughed lightly。 “I saw Jasper admiring it。 Perhaps it’s
time he discovered a new way to travel。 After all； Alice has her Porsche now。”
“Edward； I —”
He interrupted me with a quick kiss。 “I said not to worry。 But would you do something for me？”
“Whatever you need；” I promised quickly。
He dropped my face and leaned over the far side of the big motorcycle； retrieving something he had
stashed there。
He came back with one object that was black and shapeless； and another that was red and easily
identifiable。
“Please？” he asked； flashing the crooked smile that always destroyed my resistance。
I took the red helmet； weighing it in my hands。 “I’ll look stupid。”
“No； you’ll look smart。 Smart enough not to get yourself hurt。” He threw the black thing； whatever it was；
over his arm and then took my face in his hands。 “There are things between my hands right now that I can’t
live without。 You could take care of them。”
“Okay； fine。 What’s that other thing？” I asked suspiciously。
He laughed and shook out some kind of padded jacket。 “It’s a riding jacket。 I hear road rash is quite
unfortable； not that I would know myself。”
He held it out for me。 With a deep sigh； I flipped my hair back and stuffed the helmet on my head。 Then I
shoved my arms through the sleeves of the jacket。 He zipped me in； a smile playing around the corners of his
lips； and took a step back。
I felt bulky。
“Be honest； how hideous do I look？”
He took another step back and pursed his lips。
“That bad； huh？” I muttered。
“No； no； Bella。 Actually 。 。 。” he seemed to be struggling for the right word。 “You look 。 。 。 sexy。”
I laughed out loud。 “Right。”
“Very sexy； really。”
“You are just saying that so that I’ll wear it；” I said。 “But that’s okay。 You’re right； it’s smarter。”
He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me against his chest。 “You’re silly。 I suppose that’s part of
your charm。 Though； I’ll admit it； this helmet does have its drawbacks。”
And then he pulled the helmet off so that he could kiss me。
As Edward drove me toward La Push a little while later； I realized that this unprecedented situation felt oddly
familiar。 It took me a moment of thought to pinpoint the source of the déjà vu。
“You know what this reminds me of？” I asked。 “It’s just like when I was a kid and Renée would pass me
off to Charlie for the summer。 I feel like a sevenyearold。”
Edward laughed。
I didn’t mention it out loud； but the biggest difference between the two circumstances was that Renée and
Charlie had been on better terms。
About halfway to La Push； we rounded the corner and found Jacob leaning against the side of the red
Volkswagen he’d built for himself out of scraps。 Jacob’s carefully neutr