e me, too, as I fully intended to join that family. It just wasnt something I could work out with him in a note, and he wouldnt answer my calls. But my plan to deal with the werewolf in person had definitely not gone over well with the vampires.

Isnt Edward up for a little healthy competition? Charlies voice was sarcastic now.

I leveled a dark look at him. Theres no competition.

Youre hurting Jakes feelings, avoiding him like this. Hed rather be just friends than nothing.

Oh, nowI was avoidinghim ?

Im pretty sure Jake doesnt want to be friends at all. The words burned in my mouth. Whered you get that idea, anyway?

Charlie looked embarrassed now. The subject might have come up today with Billy. . . .

You and Billy gossip like old women, I complained, stabbing my fork viciously into the congealed spaghetti on my plate.

Billys worried about Jacob, Charlie said. Jakes having a hard time right now. . . . Hes depressed.

I winced, but kept my eyes on the blob.

And then you were always so happy after spending the day with Jake. Charlie sighed.

Im happynow , I growled fiercely through my teeth.

The contrast between my words and tone broke through the tension. Charlie burst into laughter, and I had to join in.

Okay, okay, I agreed. Balance.

And Jacob, he insisted.

Ill try.

Good. Find that balance, Bella. And, oh, yeah, youve got some mail, Charlie said, closing the subject with no attempt at subtlety. Its by the stove.

I didnt move, my thoughts twisting into snarls around Jacobs name. It was most likely junk mail; Id just gotten a package from my mom yesterday and I wasnt expecting anything else.

Charlie shoved his chair away from the table and stretched as he got to his feet. He took his plate to the sink, but before he turned the water on to rinse it, he paused to toss a thick envelope at me. The letter skidded across the table andthunk ed into my elbow.

Er, thanks, I muttered, puzzled by his pushiness. Then I saw the return address  the letter was from the University of Alaska Southeast. That was quick. I guess I missed the deadline on that one, too.

Charlie chuckled.

I flipped the envelope over and then glared up at him. Its open.

I was curious.

Im shocked, Sheriff. Thats a federal crime.

Oh, just read it.

I pulled out the letter, and a folded schedule of courses.

Congratulations, he said before I could read anything. Your first acceptance.

Thanks, Dad.

We should talk about tuition. Ive got some money saved up 

Hey, hey, none of that. Im not touching your retirement, Dad. Ive got my college fund. What was left of it  and there hadnt been much to begin with.

Charlie frowned. Some of these places are pretty pricey, Bells. I want to help. You dont have to go to all the way to Alaska just because its cheaper.

It wasnt cheaper, not at all. But itwas far away, and Juneau had an average of three hundred twenty-one overcast days per year. The first was my prerequisite, the second was Edwards.

Ive got it covered. Besides, theres lots of financial aid out there. Its easy to get loans. I hoped my bluff wasnt too obvious. I hadnt actually done a lot of research on the subject.

So . . . , Charlie began, and then he pursed his lips and looked away.

So what?

Nothing. I was just . . . He frowned. Just wondering what . . . Edwards plans are for next year?

Oh.

Well?

Three quick raps on the door saved me. Charlie rolled his eyes and I jumped up.

Coming! I called while Charlie mumbled something that sounded like, Go away. I ignored him and went to let Edward in.

I wrenched the door out of my way  ridiculously eager  and there he was, my personal miracle.

Time had not made me immune to the perfection of his face, and I was sure that I would never take any aspect of him for granted. My eyes traced over his pale white features: the hard square of his jaw, the softer curve of his full lips  twisted up into a smile now, the straight line of his nose, the sharp angle of his cheekbones, the smooth marble span of his forehead  partially obscured by a tangle of rain-darkened bronze hair. . . .

I saved his eyes for last, knowing that when I looked into them I was likely to lose my train of thought. They were wide, warm with liquid gold, and framed by a thick fringe of black lashes. Staring into his eyes always made me feel extraordinary  sort of like my bones were turning spongy. I was also a little lightheaded, but that could have been because Id forgotten to keep breathing. Again.

It was a face any male model in the world would trade his soul for. Of course, that might be exactly the asking price: one soul.

No. I didnt believe that. I felt guilty for even thinking it, and was glad  as I was often glad  that I was the one person whose thoughts were a mystery to Edward.

I reached for his hand, and sighed when his cold fingers found mine. His touch brought with it the strangest sense of relief  as if Id been in pain and that pain had suddenly ceased.

Hey. I smiled a little at my anticlimactic greeting.

He raised our interlaced fingers to brush my cheek with the back of his hand. How was your afternoon?

Slow.

For me, as well.

He pulled my wrist up to his face, our hands still twisted together. His eyes closed as his nose skimmed along the skin there, and he smiled gently without opening them. Enjoying the bouquet while resisting the wine, as hed once put it.

I knew that the scent of my blood  so much sweeter to him than any other persons blood, truly like wine beside water to an alcoholic  caused him actual pain from the burning thirst it engendered. But he didnt seem to shy away from it as much as he once had. I could only dimly imagine the Herculean effort behind this simple gesture.

It made me sad that he had to try so hard. I comforted myself with the knowledge that I wouldnt be causing him pain much longer.

I heard Charlie approaching then, stamping his feet on the way to express his customary displeasure with our guest. Edwards eyes snapped open and he let our hands fall, keeping them twined.

Good evening, Charlie. Edward was always flawlessly polite, though Charlie didnt deserve it.

Charlie grunted at him, and then stood there with his arms crossed over his chest. He was taking the idea of parental supervision to extremes lately.

I brought another set of applications, Edward told me then, holding up a stuffed manila envelope. He was wearing a roll of stamps like a ring around his littlest finger.

I groaned. How were there any colleges left that he hadnt forced me to apply to already? And how did he keep finding these loophole openings? It was so late in the year.

He smiled as if hecould read my thoughts; they must have been very obvious on my face. There are still a few open deadlines. And a few places willing to make exceptions.

I could just imagine the motivations behind such exceptions. And the dollar amounts involved.

Edward laughed at my expression.

Shall we? he asked, towing me toward the kitchen table.

Charlie huffed and followed behind, though he could hardly complain about the activity on tonights agenda. Hed been pestering me to make a decision about college on a daily basis.

I cleared the table quickly while Edward organized an intimidating stack of forms. When I movedWuthering Heights to the counter, Edward raised one eyebrow. I knew what he was thinking, but Charlie interrupted before Edward could comment.

Speaking of college applications, Edward, Charlie said, his tone even more sullen  he tried to avoid addressing Edward directly, and when he had to, it exacerbated his bad mood. Bella and I were just talking about next year. Have you decided where youre going to school?

Edward smiled up at Charlie and his voice was friendly. Not yet. Ive received a few acceptance letters, but Im still weighing my options.

Where have you been accepted? Charlie pressed.

Syracuse . . . Harvard . . . Dartmouth