 the bowl in my hands. I peeked up at his face  he was frowning, his lower lip jutting out.

Anything else? I asked.

He wrinkled his nose again. Well . . . I was wondering . . . do you . . . yknow,kiss him?

I laughed. Yes.

He shuddered. Ugh.

To each her own, I murmured.

You dont worry about the fangs?

I smacked his arm, splashing him with dishwater. Shut up, Jacob! You know he doesnt have fangs!

Close enough, he muttered.

I gritted my teeth and scrubbed a boning knife with more force than necessary.

Can I ask another one? he asked softly when I passed the knife to him. Just curious, again.

Fine, I snapped.

He turned the knife over and over in his hands under the stream of water. When he spoke, it was only a whisper. You said a few weeks. . . . When, exactly . . . ? He couldnt finish.

Graduation, I whispered back, watching his face warily. Would this set him off again?

So soon, he breathed, his eyes closing. It didnt sound like a question. It sounded like a lament. The muscles in his arms tightened and his shoulders were stiff.

OW! he shouted; it had gotten so still in the room that I jumped a foot in the air at his outburst.

His right hand had curled into a tense fist around the blade of the knife  he unclenched his hand and the knife clattered onto the counter. Across his palm was a long, deep gash. The blood streamed down his fingers and dripped on the floor.

Damn it! Ouch! he complained.

My head spun and my stomach rolled. I clung to the countertop with one hand, took a deep breath through my mouth, and forced myself to get a grip so that I could take care of him.

Oh, no, Jacob! Oh, crap! Here, wrap this around it! I shoved the dish towel at him, reaching for his hand. He shrugged away from me.

Its nothing, Bella, dont worry about it.

The room started to shimmer a little around the edges.

I took another deep breath. Dont worry?! You sliced your hand open!

He ignored the dish towel I pushed at him. He put his hand under the faucet and let the water wash over the wound. The water ran red. My head whirled.

Bella, he said.

I looked away from the wound, up to his face. He was frowning, but his expression was calm.

What?

You look like youre going to pass out, and youre biting your lip off. Stop it. Relax. Breathe. Im fine.

I inhaled through my mouth and removed my teeth from my lower lip. Dont be brave.

He rolled his eyes.

Lets go. Ill drive you to the ER. I was pretty sure I would be okay to drive. The walls were holding steady now, at least.

Not necessary. Jake turned off the water and took the towel from my hand. He twisted it loosely around his palm.

Wait, I protested. Let me look at it. I clutched the counter more firmly, to hold myself upright if the wound made me woozy again.

Do you have a medical degree that you never told me about?

Just give me the chance to decide whether or not Im going to throw a fit over taking you to the hospital.

He made a face of mock horror. Please, not a fit!

If you dont let me see your hand, a fit is guaranteed.

He inhaled deeply, and then let out a gusty sigh. Fine.

He unwound the towel and, when I reached out to take the cloth, he laid his hand in mine.

It took me a few seconds. I even flipped his hand over, though I was sure hed cut his palm. I turned his hand back up, finally realizing that the angry pink, puckered line was all that was left of his wound.

But . . . you were bleeding . . . so much.

He pulled his hand back, his eyes steady and somber on mine.

I heal fast.

Ill say, I mouthed.

Id seen the long gash clearly, seen the blood that flowed into the sink. The rust-and-salt smell of it had almost pulled me under. It should have needed stitches. It should have taken days to scab over and then weeks to fade into the shiny pink scar that marked his skin now.

He screwed his mouth up into half a smile and thumped his fist once against his chest. Werewolf, remember?

His eyes held mine for an immeasurable moment.

Right, I finally said.

He laughed at my expression. I told you this. You saw Pauls scar.

I shook my head to clear it. Its a little different, seeing the action sequence firsthand.

I kneeled down and dug the bleach out of the cabinet under the sink. Then I poured some on a dusting rag and started scrubbing the floor. The burning scent of the bleach cleared the last of the dizziness from my head.

Let me clean up, Jacob said.

I got this. Throw that towel in the wash, will you?

When I was sure the floor smelled of nothing but bleach, I got up and rinsed the right side of the sink with bleach, too. Then I went to the laundry closet beside the pantry, and poured a cupful into the washing machine before starting it. Jacob watched me with a disapproving look on his face.

Do you have obsessive-compulsive disorder? he asked when I was done.

Huh. Maybe. But at least I had a good excuse this time. Were a bit sensitive to blood around here. Im sure you can understand that.

Oh. He wrinkled his nose again.

Why not make it as easy as possible for him? What hes doing is hard enough.

Sure, sure. Why not?

I pulled the plug, and let the dirty water drain from the sink.

Can I ask you something, Bella?

I sighed.

Whats it like  having a werewolf for a best friend?

The question caught me off guard. I laughed out loud.

Does it creep you out? he pressed before I could answer.

No. When the werewolf is being nice, I qualified, its the best.

He grinned widely, his teeth bright against his russet skin. Thanks, Bella, he said, and then he grabbed my hand and wrenched me into one of his bone-crushing hugs.

Before I had time to react, he dropped his arms and stepped away.

Ugh, he said, his nose wrinkling. Your hair stinks worse than your room.

Sorry, I muttered. I suddenly understood what Edward had been laughing about earlier, after breathing on me.

One of the many hazards of socializing with vampires, Jacob said, shrugging. It makes you smell bad. A minor hazard, comparatively.

I glared at him. I only smell bad to you, Jake.

He grinned. See you around, Bells.

Are you leaving?

Hes waiting for me to go. I can hear him outside.

Oh.

Ill go out the back, he said, and then he paused. Hold up a sec  hey, do you think you can come to La Push tonight? Were having a bonfire party. Emily will be there, and you could meet Kim . . . And I know Quil wants to see you, too. Hes pretty peeved that you found out before he did.

I grinned at that. I could just imagine how that would have irked Quil  Jacobs little human gal pal down with the werewolves while he was still clueless. And then I sighed. Yeah, Jake, I dont know about that. See, its a little tense right now. . . .

Cmon, you think somebodys going to get past all  all six of us?

There was a strange pause as he stuttered over the end of his question. I wondered if he had trouble saying the wordwerewolf aloud, the way I often had difficulty withvampire .

His big dark eyes were full of unashamed pleading.

Ill ask, I said doubtfully.

He made a noise in the back of his throat. Is he your warden, now, too? You know, I saw this story on the news last week about controlling, abusive teenage relationships and 

Okay! I cut him off, and then shoved his arm. Time for the werewolf to get out!

He grinned. Bye, Bells. Be sure you askpermission .

He ducked out the back door before I could find something to throw at him. I growled incoherently at the empty room.

Seconds after he was gone, Edward walked slowly into the kitchen, raindrops glistening like diamonds set into the bronze of his hair. His eyes were wary.

Did you two get into a fight? he asked.

Edward! I sang, throwing myself at him.

Hi, there. He laughed and wrapped his arms around me. Are you trying to distract me? Its working.

No, I didnt fight with Jacob. Much. Why?

I was just wo