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me for staying human。 But I was interested in something much more pressing。
“She told me a little bit 。 。 。 about the time your family lived in Denali。”
There was a short pause； this beginning took him by surprise。 “Yes？”
“She mentioned something about a bunch of female vampires 。 。 。 and you。”
He didn’t answer； though I waited for a long moment。
“Don’t worry；” I said； after the silence had grown unfortable。 “She told me you didn’t 。 。 。 show any
preference。 But I was just wondering； you know； if any of them had。 Shown a preference for you； I mean。”
Again he said nothing。
“Which one？” I asked； trying to keep my voice casual； and not quite managing。 “Or was there more than
one？”
No answer。 I wished I could see his face； so I could try to guess what this silence meant。
“Alice will tell me；” I said。 “I’ll go ask her right now。”
His arms tightened； I was unable to squirm even an inch away。
“It’s late；” he said。 His voice had a little edge to it that was something new。 Sort of nervous； maybe a little
embarrassed。 “Besides； I think Alice stepped out。 。 。 。”
“It’s bad；” I guessed。 “It’s really bad； isn’t it？” I started to panic； my heart accelerating as I imagined the
gorgeous immortal rival I’d never realized I had。
“Calm down； Bella；” he said； kissing the tip of my nose。 “You’re being absurd。”
“Am I？ Then why won’t you tell me？”
“Because there’s nothing to tell。 You’re blowing this wildly out of proportion。”
“Which one？” I insisted。
He sighed。 “Tanya expressed a little interest。 I let her know； in a very courteous； gentlemanly fashion； that
I did not return that interest。 End of story。”
I kept my voice as even as possible。 “Tell me something — what does Tanya look like？”
“Just like the rest of us — white skin； gold eyes；” he answered too quickly。
“And； of course； extraordinarily beautiful。”
I felt him shrug。
“I suppose； to human eyes；” he said； indifferent。 “You know what； though？”
“What？” My voice was petulant。
He put his lips right to my ear； his cold breath tickled。 “I prefer brutes。”
“She’s a blonde。 That figures。”
“Strawberry blonde — not at all my type。”
I thought about that for a while； trying to concentrate as his lips moved slowly along my cheek； down my
throat； and back up again。 He made the circuit three times before I spoke。
“I guess that’s okay； then；” I decided。
“Hmm；” he whispered against my skin。 “You’re quite adorable when you’re jealous。 It’s surprisingly
enjoyable。”
I scowled into the darkness。
“It’s late；” he said again； murmuring； almost crooning now； his voice smoother than silk。 “Sleep； my Bella。
Dream happy dreams。 You are the only one who has ever touched my heart。 It will always be yours。 Sleep；
my only love。”
He started to hum my lullaby； and I knew it was only a matter of time till I succumbed； so I closed my
eyes and snuggled closer into his chest。
9。 TARGET
ALICE DROPPED ME OFF IN THE MORNING； IN KEEPING with the slumber party charade。 It wouldn’t be long
until Edward showed up； officially returning from his “hiking” trip。 All of the pretenses were starting to wear on
me。 I wouldn’t miss this part of being human。
Charlie peeked through the front window when he heard me slam the car door。 He waved to Alice； and
then went to get the door for me。
“Did you have fun？” Charlie asked。
“Sure； it was great。 Very 。 。 。 girlie。”
I carried my stuff in； dumped it all at the foot of the stairs； and wandered into the kitchen to look for a
snack。
“You’ve got a message；” Charlie called after me。
On the kitchen counter； the phone message pad was propped up conspicuously against a saucepan。
Jacob called； Charlie had written。
He said he didn’t mean it； and that he’s sorry。 He wants you to call him。 Be nice and give him a
break。 He sounded upset。
I grimaced。 Charlie didn’t usually editorialize on my messages。
Jacob could just go ahead and be upset。 I didn’t want to talk to him。 Last I’d heard； they weren’t big on
allowing phone calls from the other side。 If Jacob preferred me dead； then maybe he should get used to the
silence。
My appetite evaporated。 I turned an about face and went to put my things away。
“Aren’t you going to call Jacob？” Charlie asked。 He was leaning around the living room wall； watching me
pick up。
“No。”
I started up the stairs。
“That’s not very attractive behavior； Bella；” he said。 “Forgiveness is divine。”
“Mind your own business；” I muttered under my breath； much too low for him to hear。
I knew the laundry was building up； so after I put my toothpaste away and threw my dirty clothes in the
hamper； I went to strip Charlie’s bed。 I left his sheets in a pile at the top of the stairs and went to get mine。
I paused beside the bed； cocking my head to the side。
Where was my pillow？ I turned in a circle； scanning the room。 No pillow。 I noticed that my room looked
oddly tidy。 Hadn’t my gray sweatshirt been draped over the low bedpost on the footboard？ And I would
swear there had been a pair of dirty socks behind the rocking chair； along with the red blouse I’d tried on two
mornings ago； but decided was too dressy for school； hanging over the arm。 。 。 。 I spun around again。 My
hamper wasn’t empty； but it wasn’t overflowing； the way I thought it had been。
Was Charlie doing laundry？ That was out of character。
“Dad； did you start the wash？” I shouted out my door。
“Um； no；” he shouted back； sounding guilty。 “Did you want me to？”
“No； I got it。 Were you looking for something in my room？”
“No。 Why？”
“I can’t find 。 。 。 a shirt。 。 。 。”
“I haven’t been in there。”
And then I remembered that Alice had been here to get my pajamas。 I hadn’t noticed that she’d borrowed
my pillow； too — probably since I’d avoided the bed。 It looked like she had cleaned while she was passing
through。 I blushed for my slovenly ways。
But that red shirt really wasn’t dirty； so I went to save it from the hamper。
I expected to find it near the top； but it wasn’t there。 I dug through the whole pile and still coul