Twilight 17. THE GAME

17. THE GAMEIt was adept beginning to drizzle when Edward turn onto my street. Up until that moment, Id had no doubt that hed be continueing with me while I spent a few interim hours in the real world.And then I aphorism the black car, a weathered Ford, parked in Charlies driveway and tasted Edward mutter something unintelligible in a low, harsh region.Leaning away from the rain under the shoal front porch, Jacob Black s withald behind his fathers wheelchair. Billys acquaint was impassive as st ace as Edward parked my truck once against the curb. Jacob stared down, his expression mortified.Edwards low voice was furious. This is crossing the line.He came to warn Charlie? I guessed, to a greater extent horrified than angry.Edward nevertheless nodded, serveing Billys gaze through the rain with narrowed look.I matte up weak with relief that Charlie wasnt base yet.Let me deal with this, I suggested. Edwards black glare ille me anxious.To my surprise, he agreed. Thats pro bably best. Be careful, though. The child has no idea.I bridled a little at the word child. Jacob is not that more younger than I am, I reminded him.He looked at me then, his anger abruptly fading. Oh, I k now, he assured me with a grin.I sighed and put my hand on the door handle.Get them inside, he instructed, so I can leave. Ill be plump for well-nigh dusk.Do you want my truck? I attainered, meanwhile wondering how I would explain its absence to Charlie.He rolled his eyes. I could walk home faster than this truck moves.You dont contain to leave, I give tongue to wistfully.He smiled at my glum expression. Actu every(prenominal)y, I do. After you get rid of them he threw a dark look in the Blacks direction you notwithstanding have to prepare Charlie to meet your new comrade. He grinned widely, showing all of his teeth.I groaned. Thanks a lot.He smiled the crooked smile that I get byd. Ill be punt soon, he promised. His eyes flickered back to the porch, and then he leaned in to swiftly kiss me just under the edge of my jaw. My heart lurched frantically, and I, as well as, glanced toward the porch. Billys face was no extensiveer impassive, and his hands clutched at the armrests of his chair.Soon, I stressed as I opened the door and stepped let erupt into the rain.I could feel his eyes on my back as I half-ran through the light sprinkletoward the porch.Hey, Billy. Hi, Jacob. I greeted them as cheerfully as I could manage. Charlies g 1 for the day I hope you havent been time lag considerable.Not long, Billy utter in a subdued t wizard. His black eyes were piercing. I just wanted to bring this up. He indicated a browned paper sack resting in his lap.Thanks, I said, though I had no idea what it could be. Why dont you come in for a minute and dry wrap up?I pretended to be oblivious to his intense scrutiny as I unlocked the door, and waved them in ahead of me.Here, let me take that, I offered, move to shut the door. I allowed myself peerless la st glance at Edward. He was waiting, perfectly still, his eyes solemn.Youll want to put it in the fridge, Billy noted as he handed me the package. Its some of Harry Clearwaters homemade fish fry Charlies favorite. The fridge keeps it drier. He shrugged.Thanks, I repeated, that with feeling this time. I was running surface of new ways to fix fish, and hes bound to bring home more tonight.Fishing again? Billy asked with a subtle gleam in his eye. overmatch at the usual spot? Maybe Ill run by and check over him.No, I quickly lied, my face going hard. He was headed someplace new save I have no idea where.He took in my changed expression, and it made him conceptful.Jake, he said, still appraising me. Why dont you go get that new pictorial matter of Rebecca out of the car? Ill leave that for Charlie, too.Where is it? Jacob asked, his voice morose. I glanced at him, tho he was look at the floor, his eyebrows pulling together.I moot I saw it in the trunk, Billy said. You may have to dig for it.Jacob slouched back out into the rain.Billy and I faced to each one other in silence. After a few seconds, the quiet started to feel awkward, so I turned and headed to the kitchen. I could hear his wet wheels squeak against the linoleum as he followed.I shoved the bag onto the crowded top shelf of the fridge, and spun around to confront him. His deeply lined face was unreadable.Charlie wont be back for a long time. My voice was almost rude.He nodded in agreement, but said nothing.Thanks again for the fish fry, I hinted.He continued nodding. I sighed and folded my arms across my chest.He seemed to sense that I had given up on small talk. Bella, he said, and then he hesitated.I waited.Bella, he said again, Charlie is one of my best friends.Yes.He spoke each word carefully in his rumbling voice. I pick upd youve been spending time with one of the Cullens.Yes, I repeated curtly.His eyes narrowed. Maybe its none of my business, but I dont think that is such a keen idea .Youre right, I agreed. It is none of your business.He raised his graying eyebrows at my tone. You probably dont know this, but the Cullen family has an unpleasant report on the reservation.Actually, I did know that, I informed him in a hard voice. This surprised him. But that reputation couldnt be deserved, could it? Because the Cullens never set floor on the reservation, do they? I could see that my less than subtle reminder of the agreement that both bound and protected his tribe pulled him up short.Thats true, he acceded, his eyes guarded. You seem well informed almost the Cullens. More informed than I expected.I stared him down. Maybe even better informed than you are.He pursed his thick lips as he considered that. Maybe. he allowed, but his eyes were shrewd. Is Charlie as well informed?He had found the weak chink in my armor.Charlie analogouss the Cullens a lot, I hedged. He clearly understood my evasion. His expression was unhappy, but unsurprised.Its not my business, he said. But it may be Charlies.Though it would be my business, again, whether or not I think that its Charlies business, right?I wondered if he even understood my confused question as I struggled not to say anything compromising. But he seemed to. He thought about it while the rain picked up against the roof, the only if sound breaking the silence.Yes, he finally surrendered. I guess thats your business, too.I sighed with relief. Thanks, Billy.Just think about what youre doing, Bella, he urged.Okay, I agreed quickly.He frowned. What I meant to say was, dont do what youre doing.I looked into his eyes, filled with nothing but concern for me, and there was nothing I could say.Just then the front door banged loudly, and I jumped at the sound.thithers no picture anywhere in that car. Jacobs complaining voice reached us ahead he did. The shoulders of his shirt were stained with the rain, his hair dripping, when he rounded the corner.Hmm, Billy grunted, suddenly detached, spinning his chai r around to face his son. I guess I remaining it at home.Jacob rolled his eyes dramatically. Great.Well, Bella, tell Charlie Billy paused before continuing that we stop by, I mean.I will, I muttered.Jacob was surprised. Are we leaving already?Charlies gonna be out late, Billy explained as he rolled himself past Jacob.Oh. Jacob looked disappointed. Well, I guess Ill see you later, then,Bella.Sure, I agreed.Take care, Billy warned me. I didnt answer.Jacob helped his father out the door. I waved briefly, glancing swiftly toward my now-empty truck, and then shut the door before they were gone.I stood in the hallway for a minute, listening to the sound of their car as it plump for out and drove away. I stayed where I was, waiting for the irritation and anxiety to subside. When the tension eventually faded a bit, I headed upstairs to change out of my dressy clothes.I tested on a couple of different tops, not sure what to expect tonight. As I concentrated on what was coming, what had j ust passed became insignificant. Now that I was removed from Jaspers and Edwards influence, I began to make up for not being terrified before. I gave up quickly on choosing an outfit throwing on an old flannel shirt and jeans knowing I would be in my raincoat all night anyway.The phone rang and I sprinted downstairs to get it. There was only one voice I wanted to hear anything else would be a disappointment. But I knew that if he wanted to talk to me, hed probably just materialize in my room.Hello? I asked, miteless.Bella? Its me, Jessica said.Oh, hey, Jess. I scrambled for a moment to come back down to reality. It felt like months rather than age since Id spoken to Jess. How was the dance?It was so often fun Jessica gushed. Needing no more invitation than that, she launched into a minute-by-minute account of the previous night. I mmmd and ahhd at the right places, but it wasnt light-colored to concentrate. Jessica, Mike, the dance, the school they all seemed strangely irrele vant at the moment. My eyes kept flashing to the window, trying to judge the degree of light behind the heavy clouds.Did you hear what I said, Bella? Jess asked, irritated.Im sorry, what?I said, Mike kissed me Can you believe it?Thats wonderful, Jess, I said.So what did you do yesterday? Jessica challenged, still sounding bothered by my lack of attention. Or maybe she was upset because I hadnt asked for details.Nothing, genuinely. I just hung around outside to enjoy the sun.I heard Charlies car in the garage.Did you ever hear anything more from Edward Cullen?The front door slammed and I could hear Charlie banging around under the stairs, putting his tackle away.Um. I hesitated, not sure what my story was anymore.Hi there, kiddo Charlie called as he walked into the kitchen. I waved at him.Jess heard his voice. Oh, your dads there. Never mind well talk tomorrow. See you in Trig.See ya, Jess. I hung up the phone.Hey, Dad, I said. He was scouring his hands in the sink. Wheres the fish ?I put it out in the freezer.Ill go grab a few pieces before they freeze Billy dropped off some of Harry Clearwaters fish fry this afternoon. I worked to sound enthusiastic.He did? Charlies eyes lit up. Thats my favorite.Charlie cleaned up while I got dinner ready. It didnt take long till we were sitting at the table, eating in silence. Charlie was enjoying his food. I was wondering desperately how to fulfill my assignment, struggling to think of a way to broach the subject.What did you do with yourself today? he asked, snapping me out of my reverie.Well, this afternoon I just hung out around the house Only the very recent part of this afternoon, actually. I tried to keep my voice upbeat, but my stomach was hollow. And this morning I was over at the Cullens.Charlie dropped his fork.Dr. Cullens place? he asked in astonishment.I pretended not to notice his reaction. Yeah.What were you doing there? He hadnt picked his fork back up.Well, I sort of have a date with Edward Cullen tonight , and he wanted to introduce me to his parents Dad?It appeared that Charlie was having an aneurysm.Dad, are you all right?You are going out with Edward Cullen? he thundered.Uh-oh. I thought you liked the Cullens.Hes too old for you, he ranted.Were both juniors, I corrected, though he was more right than he dreamed.Wait He paused. Which one is Edwin?Edward is the youngest, the one with the reddish brown hair. The beautiful one, the godlike oneOh, well, thats he struggled better, I guess. I dont like the look of that big one. Im sure hes a nice boy and all, but he looks too mature for you. Is this Edwin your boyfriend?Its Edward, Dad.Is he?Sort of, I guess.You said last night that you werent interested in any of the boys in town. But he picked up his fork again, so I could see the chastise was over.Well, Edward doesnt live in town, Dad.He gave me a disparaging look as he chewed.And, anyways, I continued, its kind of at an early stage, you know. Dont embarrass me with all the boyfri end talk, okay?When is he coming over?Hell be here in a few minutes.Where is he taking you?I groaned loudly. I hope youre get the Spanish Inquisition out of your system now. Were going to play base globe with his family.His face puckered, and then he finally chuckled. Youre playing baseball?Well, Ill probably surveil most of the time.You must really like this guy, he observed suspiciously.I sighed and rolled my eyes for his benefit.I heard the roar of an engine pull up in front of the house. I jumped up and started cleaning my dishes.Leave the dishes, I can do them tonight. You baby me too much.The doorbell rang, and Charlie stalked off to answer it. I was half a step behind him.I hadnt realized how hard it was pouring outside. Edward stood in the halo of the porch light, looking like a phallic model in an advertisement for raincoats.Come on in, Edward.I breathed a sigh of relief when Charlie got his name right.Thanks, Chief Swan, Edward said in a respectful voice.Go ahead and ca ll me Charlie. Here, Ill take your jacket.Thanks, sir.Have a bottomland there, Edward.I grimaced.Edward sat down fluidly in the only chair, forcing me to sit attached to Chief Swan on the sofa. I quickly shot him a dirty look. He winked behind Charlies back.So I hear youre getting my little girl to watch baseball. Only in Washington would the fact that it was raining buckets have no bearing at all on the playing of outdoor sports.Yes, sir, thats the plan. He didnt look surprised that Id told my father the truth. He might have been listening, though.Well, more power to you, I guess.Charlie laughed, and Edward joined in.Okay. I stood up. Enough humor at my expense. Lets go. I walked back to the hall and pulled on my jacket. They followed.Not too late, Bell.Dont worry, Charlie, Ill have her home early, Edward promised.You take care of my girl, all right?I groaned, but they ignored me.Shell be safe with me, I promise, sir.Charlie couldnt doubt Edwards sincerity, it rang in every word .I stalked out. They both laughed, and Edward followed me.I stopped dead on the porch. There, behind my truck, was a goliath jeep. Its tires were higher than my waist. There were metal guards over the headlights and tail-lights, and four large spotlights attached to the crash bar. The hardtop was shiny red.Charlie let out a low whistle.Wear your seat raps, he choked out.Edward followed me around to my side and opened the door. I gauged the distance to the seat and prepared to jump for it. He sighed, and then lifted me in with one hand. I hoped Charlie didnt notice.As he went around to the drivers side, at a normal, human pace, I tried to put on my seat belt. But there were too many buckles.Whats all this? I asked when he opened the door.Its an off-roading harness.Uh-oh.I tried to find the right places for all the buckles to fit, but it wasnt going too quickly. He sighed again and reached over to help me. I was glad that the rain was too heavy to see Charlie clearly on the porch. That meant he couldnt see how Edwards hands lingered at my neck, brushed along my collarbones. I gave up trying to help him and focused on not hyperventilating.Edward turned the key and the engine roared to life. We pulled away from the house.This is a um big Jeep you have.Its Emmetts. I didnt think youd want to run the intact way.Where do you keep this thing?We remodeled one of the outbuildings into a garage.Arent you going to put on your seat belt?He threw me a disbelieving look.Then something sunk in.Run the whole way? As in, were still going to run part of the way? My voice edged up a few octaves.He grinned tightly. Youre not going to run.Im going to be sick.Keep your eyes closed, youll be fine.I bit my lip, fighting the panic.He leaned over to kiss the top of my head, and then groaned. I looked at him, puzzled.You expression so good in the rain, he explained.In a good way, or in a bad way? I asked cautiously.He sighed. Both, unceasingly both.I dont know how he found his wa y in the sombreness and downpour, but he somehow found a side road that was less of a road and more of a mountainpath. For a long while conversation was impossible, because I was bouncing up and down on the seat like a jackhammer. He seemed to enjoy the ride, though, smiling hugely the whole way.And then we came to the end of the road the trees formed green walls on three sides of the Jeep. The rain was a mere drizzle, slowing every second, the sky brighter through the clouds.Sorry, Bella, we have to go on foot from here.You know what? Ill just wait here.What happened to all your courage? You were extraordinary this morning.I havent forgotten the last time yet. Could it have been only yesterday?He was around to my side of the car in a blur. He started unbuckling me.Ill get those, you go on ahead, I protested.Hmmm he mused as he quickly finished. It seems Im going to have to tamper with your memory.Before I could react, he pulled me from the Jeep and set my feet on the ground. It was lootly misting now Alice was going to be right. muck about with my memory? I asked nervously.Something like that. He was watching me intently, carefully, but there was humor deep in his eyes. He placed his hands against the Jeep on either side of my head and leaned forward, forcing me to press back against the door. He leaned in even closer, his face inches from mine. I had no room to escape.Now, he breathed, and just his smell disturbed my thought processes, what exactly are you worrying about?Well, um, hitting a tree - I gulped - and dying. And then getting sick.He fought back a smile. Then he bent his head down and touched his cold lips softly to the hollow at the base of my throat.Are you still worried now? he murmured against my skin.Yes. I struggled to concentrate. About hitting trees and getting sick.His nose drew a line up the skin of my throat to the point of my chin. His cold breath tickled my skin.And now? His lips whispered against my jaw.Trees, I gasped. Motion sickne ss.He lifted his face to kiss my eyelids. Bella, you dont really think I would hit a tree, do you?No, but I might. There was no confidence in my voice. He smelled an easy victory.He kissed slowly down my cheek, stopping just at the corner of my mouth.Would I let a tree hurt you? His lips barely brushed against my trembling lower lip.No, I breathed. I knew there was a second part to my lifelike defense, but I couldnt quite call it back.You see, he said, his lips moving against mine. Theres nothing to be afraid of, is there?No, I sighed, giving up.Then he took my face in his hands almost roughly, and kissed me in earnest, his unyielding lips moving against mine.There really was no excuse for my behavior. Obviously I knew better by now. And yet I couldnt seem to stop from reacting exactly as I had the first time. Instead of keeping safely motionless, my arms reached up to twine tightly around his neck, and I was suddenly welded to his stone figure. I sighed, and my lips parted.He stag gered back, breaking my grip effortlessly.Damn it, Bella he broke off, gasping. Youll be the death of me, I swear you will.I leaned over, bracing my hands against my knees for support.Youre indestructible, I mumbled, trying to catch my breath.I might have believed that before I met you. Now lets get out of here before I do something really stupid, he growled.He threw me across his back as he had before, and I could see the extra effort it took for him to be as gentle as he was. I locked my legs around his waist and secured my arms in a choke hold around his neck.Dont forget to close your eyes, he warned severely.I quickly tucked my face into his shoulder blade, under my own arm, and squeezed my eyes shut.And I could hardly tell we were moving. I could feel him gliding along beneath me, but he could have been strolling down the sidewalk, the movement was so smooth. I was tempted to peek, just to see if he was really flying through the woods like before, but I resisted. It wasnt wort h that awful dizziness. I contented myself with listening to his breath come and go evenly.I wasnt quite sure we had stopped until he reached back and touched my hair.Its over, Bella.I dared to open my eyes, and, sure enough, we were at a standstill. I stiffly unlocked my stranglehold on his body and slipped to the ground, landing place on my backside.Oh I huffed as I hit the wet ground.He stared at me incredulously, evidently not sure whether he was still too mad to find me funny. But my bewildered expression pushed him over the edge, and he broke into a roar of laughter.I picked myself up, ignoring him as I brushed the mud and bracken off the back of my jacket. That only made him laugh harder. Annoyed, I began to stride off into the forest.I felt his arm around my waist.Where are you going, Bella?To watch a baseball game. You dont seem to be interested in playing anymore, but Im sure the others will have fun without you.Youre going the wrong way.I turned around without looking at him, and stalked off in the opposite direction. He caught me again.Dont be mad, I couldnt help myself. You should have seen your face. He chuckled before he could stop himself.Oh, youre the only one whos allowed to get mad? I asked, raising my eyebrows.I wasnt mad at you.Bella, youll be the death of me? I quoted sourly.That was simply a statement of fact.I tried to turn away from him again, but he held me fast.You were mad, I insisted.Yes.But you just said -That I wasnt mad at you. Cant you see that, Bella? He was suddenly intense, all trace of teasing gone. Dont you experience?See what? I demanded, confused by his sudden mood swing as much as his words.Im never angry with you how could I be? Brave, trusting warm as you are.Then why? I whispered, remembering the black moods that pulled him away from me, that Id always interpreted as well-justified frustration frustration at my weakness, my slowness, my unruly human reactionsHe put his hands carefully on both sides of my face. I thurify myself, he said gently. The way I cant seem to keep from putting you in danger. My very existence puts you at risk. Sometimes I truly hate myself. I should be stronger, I should be able to -I placed my hand over his mouth. Dont.He took my hand, moving it from his lips, but holding it to his face.I love you, he said. Its a poor excuse for what Im doing, but its still true.It was the first time hed said he loved me in so many words. He might not realize it, but I certainly did.Now, please try to behave yourself, he continued, and he bent to softly brush his lips against mine.I held properly still. Then I sighed.You promised Chief Swan that you would have me home early, remember? Wed better get going.Yes, maam.He smiled wistfully and released all of me but one hand. He led me a few feet through the tall, wet ferns and draping moss, around a massive hemlock tree, and we were there, on the edge of an enormous open expanse in the lap of the Olympic peaks. It was twice the size o f any baseball stadium.I could see the others all there Esme, Emmett, and Rosalie, sitting on a bare outcropping of rock, were the closest to us, maybe a hundred yards away. Much farthestther out I could see Jasper and Alice, at least a quarter of a mile apart, appearing to throw something back and forth, but I never saw any ball. It looked like Carlisle was marking bases, but could they really be that far apart?When we came into view, the three on the rocks rose.Esme started toward us. Emmett followed after a long look at Rosaliesback Rosalie had risen gracefully and strode off toward the field without a glance in our direction. My stomach quivered uneasily in response.Was that you we heard, Edward? Esme asked as she approached.It sounded like a bear choking, Emmett clarified.I smiled hesitantly at Esme. That was him.Bella was being unintentionally funny, Edward explained, quickly cave in the micturate.Alice had left her position and was running, or dancing, toward us. She hurtl ed to a fluid stop at our feet. Its time, she announced.As soon as she spoke, a deep rumble of thunder agitate the forest beyond us, and then crashed westward toward town.Eerie, isnt it? Emmett said with easy familiarity, winking at me.Lets go. Alice reached for Emmetts hand and they darted toward the oversized field she ran like a gazelle. He was closely as graceful and just as fast yet Emmett could never be compared to a gazelle.Are you ready for some ball? Edward asked, his eyes eager, bright.I tried to sound appropriately enthusiastic. Go teamHe snickered and, after mussing my hair, bounded off after the other two. His run was more aggressive, a cheetah rather than a gazelle, and he quickly overtook them. The grace and power took my breath away.Shall we go down? Esme asked in her soft, melodic voice, and I realized I was staring openmouthed after him. I quickly reassembled my expression and nodded. Esme kept a few feet between us, and I wondered if she was still being carefu l not to excite me. She matched her stride to mine without seeming impatient at the pace.You dont play with them? I asked shyly.No, I prefer to referee I like keeping them honest, she explained.Do they like to cheat, then?Oh yes you should hear the arguments they get into Actually, I hope you dont, you would think they were raised by a pack of wolves.You sound like my mom, I laughed, surprised.She laughed, too. Well, I do think of them as my children in most ways. I never could get over my mothering instincts did Edward tell you I had lost a child?No, I murmured, stunned, scrambling to understand what lifetime she was remembering.Yes, my first and only baby. He died just a few days after he was born, the poor tiny thing, she sighed. It broke my heart thats why I jumped off the cliff, you know, she added matter-of-factly.Edward just said you f-fell, I stammered.Always the gentleman. She smiled. Edward was the first of my new sons. Ive always thought of him that way, even though hes older than I, in one way at least. She smiled at me warmly. Thats why Im so happy that hes found you, dear. The endearment sounded very natural on her lips. Hes been the odd man out for far too long its hurt me to see him alone.You dont mind, then? I asked, hesitant again. That Im all wrong for him?No. She was thoughtful. Youre what he wants. It will work out, somehow, she said, though her forehead creased with worry. some other peal of thunder began.Esme stopped then apparently, wed reached the edge of the field. It looked as if they had formed teams. Edward was far out in left field, Carlisle stood between the first and second bases, and Alice held the ball, positioned on the spot that must be the pitchers mound.Emmett was swinging an aluminum fleet it whistled almost untraceably through the air. I waited for him to approach home plate, but then I realized, as he took his stance, that he was already there farther from the pitchers mound than I would have thought possible. J asper stood several feet behind him, catching for the other team. Of course, none of them had gloves. solely right, Esme called in a clear voice, which I knew even Edward would hear, as far out as he was. Batter up.Alice stood straight, deceptively motionless. Her style seemed to be theft rather than an intimidating windup. She held the ball in both hands at her waist, and then, like the strike of a cobra, her right hand flicked out and the ball smacked into Jaspers hand.Was that a strike? I whispered to Esme.If they dont hit it, its a strike, she told me.Jasper hurled the ball back to Alices waiting hand. She permitted herself a brief grin. And then her hand spun out again.This time the bat somehow made it around in time to smash into the invisible ball. The crack of impact was shattering, thunderous it echoed off the mountains I immediately understood the fatality of the thunderstorm.The ball shot like a meteor above the field, flying deep into the surrounding forest.Home run, I murmured.Wait, Esme cautioned, listening intently, one hand raised. Emmett was a blur around the bases, Carlisle shadowing him. I realized Edward was missing.Out Esme cried in a clear voice. I stared in disbelief as Edward sprang from the fringe of the trees, ball in his upraised hand, his wide grin visible even to me.Emmett hits the hardest, Esme explained, but Edward runs the fastest.The inning continued before my incredulous eyes. It was impossible to keep up with the speed at which the ball flew, the rate at which their bodies raced around the field.I learned the other reason they waited for a thunderstorm to play when Jasper, trying to avoid Edwards infallible fielding, hit a ground ball toward Carlisle. Carlisle ran into the ball, and then raced Jasper to first base. When they collided, the sound was like the crash of two massive falling boulders. I jumped up in concern, but they were somehow unscathed.Safe, Esme called in a calm voice.Emmetts team was up by one Rosalie m anaged to flit around the bases after tagging up on one of Emmetts long flies when Edward caught the third out. He sprinted to my side, sparkling with excitement.What do you think? he asked.One things for sure, Ill never be able to sit through blunt old MajorLeague Baseball again.And it sounds like you did so much of that before, he laughed.I am a little disappointed, I teased.Why? he asked, puzzled.Well, it would be nice if I could find just one thing you didnt do better than everyone else on the planet.He flashed his special crooked smile, leaving me breathless.Im up, he said, heading for the plate.He played intelligently, keeping the ball low, out of the reach of Rosalies always-ready hand in the outfield, gaining two bases like lightning before Emmett could get the ball back in play. Carlisle knocked one so far out of the field with a boom that hurt my ears that he and Edward both made it in. Alice slapped them dainty high fives.The score constantly changed as the game conti nued, and they razzed each other like any street ballplayers as they took turns with the lead. Occasionally Esme would call them to order. The thunder rumbled on, but we stayed dry, as Alice had predicted.Carlisle was up to bat, Edward catching, when Alice suddenly gasped. My eyes were on Edward, as usual, and I saw his head snap up to look at her. Their eyes met and something flowed between them in an instant. He was at my side before the others could ask Alice what was wrong.Alice? Esmes voice was tense.I didnt see I couldnt tell, she whispered.All the others were gathered by this time.What is it, Alice? Carlisle asked with the calm voice of authority.They were traveling much quicker than I thought. I can see I had the perspective wrong before, she murmured.Jasper leaned over her, his posture protective. What changed? he asked.They heard us playing, and it changed their path, she said, contrite, as if she felt responsible for whatever had frightened her.Seven pairs of quick eyes flashed to my face and away.How soon? Carlisle said, turning toward Edward.A look of intense concentration crossed his face. little than five minutes. Theyre running they want to play. He scowled.Can you make it? Carlisle asked him, his eyes flicking toward me again.No, not carrying - He cut short. Besides, the last thing we need is for them to catch the olfactory modality and start hunting.How many? Emmett asked Alice.Three, she answered tersely.Three he scoffed. Let them come. The steel bands of muscle flexed along his massive arms.For a split second that seemed much longer than it really was, Carlisle deliberated. Only Emmett seemed unperturbed the rest stared at Carlisles face with anxious eyes.Lets just continue the game, Carlisle finally decided. His voice wascool and level. Alice said they were simply curious.All this was said in a flurry of words that lasted only a few seconds. I had listened carefully and caught most of it, though I couldnt hear what Esme now asked Edward with a silent vibration of her lips. I only saw the slight shake of his head and the look of relief on her face.You catch, Esme, he said. Ill call it now. And he ingrained himself in front of me.The others returned to the field, warily sweeping the dark forest with their sharp eyes. Alice and Esme seemed to orient themselves around where I stood.Take your hair down, Edward said in a low, even voice.I obediently slid the rubber band out of my hair and shook it out around me.I stated the obvious. The others are coming now.Yes, stay very still, keep quiet, and dont move from my side, please. He hid the stress in his voice well, but I could hear it. He pulled my long hair forward, around my face.That wont help, Alice said softly. I could smell her across the field.I know. A hint of frustration colored his tone.Carlisle stood at the plate, and the others joined the game halfheartedly.What did Esme ask you? I whispered.He hesitated for a second before he answered. Whether they were thir sty, he muttered unwillingly.The seconds ticked by the game progressed with apathy now. No one dared to hit harder than a bunt, and Emmett, Rosalie, and Jasper hovered in the infield. Now and again, despite the idolize that numbed my brain, I was aware of Rosalies eyes on me. They were expressionless, but something about the way she held her mouth made me think she was angry.Edward paid no attention to the game at all, eyes and mind ranging the forest.Im sorry, Bella, he muttered fiercely. It was stupid, irresponsible, to expose you like this. Im so sorry.I heard his breath stop, and his eyes zeroed in on right field. He took a half step, angling himself between me and what was coming.Carlisle, Emmett, and the others turned in the same direction, hearing sounds of passage much too faint for my ears.