ght?
"
"You know I do.
"
"Better than that joker puking his guts out in there?" He gestured toward the bathroom door.
"Yes," I sighed.
"Better than any of the other guys you know?" He was calm, serene?as if my answer didn't matter, or


he already knew what it was.
"Better than the girls, too," I pointed out.
"But that's all," he said, and it wasn't a question.
It was hard to answer, to say the word. Would he get hurt and avoid me? How would I stand that?



"Yes," I whispered. 

He grinned down at me. "That's okay, you know. As long as you like me the best. And you think I'm 
good-looking?sort of. I'm prepared to be annoyingly persistent." 
"I'm not going to change," I said, and though I tried to keep my voice normal, I could hear the sadness in 

it.
His face was thoughtful, no longer teasing. "It's still the other one, isn't it?
"
I cringed. Funny how he seemed to know not to say the name?just like before in the car with the music.


He picked up on so much about me that I never said.
"You don't have to talk about it," he told me.
I nodded, grateful.
"But don't get mad at me for hanging around, okay?" Jacob patted the back of my hand. "Because I'm


not giving up. I've got loads of time.
"


I sighed. "You shouldn't waste it on me," I said, though I wanted him to. Especially if he was willing to


accept me the way I was?damaged goods, as is.


"It's what I want to do, as long as you still like to be with me.
"


"I can't imagine how I could not like being with you," I told him honestly.


Jacob beamed. "I can live with that.
"


"Just don't expect more," I warned him, trying to pull my hand away. He held onto it obstinately.


"This doesn't really bother you, does it?" he demanded, squeezing my fingers.


"No," I sighed. Truthfully, it felt nice. His hand was so much warmer than mine; I always felt too cold


these days.
"And you don't care what he thinks." Jacob jerked his thumb toward the bathroom.
"I guess not.
"
"So what's the problem?
"
"The problem," I said, "is, that it means something different to me than it does to you.
"
"Well." He tightened his hand around mine "That's my problem, isn't it?
"
"Fine," I grumbled. "Don't forget it, though.
"
"I won't. The pin's out of the grenade for me, now, eh?" He poked me in the ribs.
I rolled my eyes. I guess if he felt like making a joke out of it, he was entitled.
He chuckled quietly for a minute while his pinky finger absently traced designs against the side of my


hand.
"That's a funny scar you've got there," he suddenly said, twisting my hand to examine it. "How did that



happen?
"


The index finger of his free hand followed the line of the long silvery crescent that was barely visible
against my pale skin.
I scowled. "Do you honestly expect me to remember where all my scars come from?
"
I waited for the memory to hit?to open the gaping hole. But, as it so often did, Jacob's presence kept


me whole.
"It's cold," he murmured, pressing lightly against the place where James had cut me with his teeth.
And then Mike stumbled out of the bathroom, his face ashen and covered in sweat. He looked horrible.
"Oh, Mike," I gasped.
"Do you mind leaving early?" he whispered.
"No, of course not." I pulled my hand free and went to help Mike walk. He looked unsteady.
"Movie too much for you?" Jacob asked heartlessly.
Mike's glare was malevolent. "I didn't actually see any of it," he mumbled. "I was nauseated before the


lights went down.
"
"Why didn't you say something?" I scolded as we staggered toward the exit.
"I was hoping it would pass," he said.
"Just a sec," Jacob said as we reached the door. He walked quickly back to the concession stand.
"Could I have an empty popcorn bucket?" he asked the salesgirl. She looked at Mike once, and then


thrust a bucket at Jacob.
"Get him outside, please," she begged. She was obviously the one who would have to clean the floor.
I towed Mike out into the cool, wet air. He inhaled deeply. Jacob was right behind us. He helped me get


Mike into the back of the car, and handed him the bucket with a serious gaze.
"Please," was all Jacob said.
We rolled down the windows, letting the icy night air blow through the car, hoping it would help Mike. 
I


curled my arms around my legs to keep warm.
"Cold, again?" Jacob asked, putting his arm around me before I could answer.
"You're not?
"
He shook his head.
"You must have a fever or something," I grumbled. It was freezing. I touched my fingers to his forehead,


and his head was hot.
"Whoa, Jake?you're burning up!
"
"I feel fine." He shrugged. "Fit as a fiddle.
"



I frowned and touched his head again. His skin blazed under my fingers.
"Your hands are like ice," he complained.
"Maybe it's me," I allowed.
Mike groaned in the backseat, and threw up in the bucket. I grimaced, hoping my own stomach could


stand the sound and smell. Jacob checked anxiously over his shoulder to make sure his car wasn't
defiled.
The road felt longer on the way back.
Jacob was quiet, thoughtful. He left his arm around me, and it was so warm that the cold wind felt good.


I stared out the windshield, consumed with guilt.
It was so wrong to encourage Jacob. Pure selfishness. It didn't matter that I'd tried to make my position
clear. If he felt any hope at all that this could turn into something other than friendship, then I hadn't been
clear enough.


How could I explain so that he would understand? I was an empty shell. Like a vacant
house?condemned?for months I'd been utterly uninhabitable. Now I was a little improved. The front
room was in better repair. But that was all?just the one small piece. He deserved better than
that?better than a one-room, falling-down fixer-upper. No amount of investment on his part could put
me back in working order.


Yet I knew that I wouldn't send him away, regardless. I needed him too much, and I was selfish. Maybe
I could make my side more clear, so that he would know to leave me. The thought made me shudder,
and Jacob tightened his arm around me.


I drove Mike home in his Suburban, while Jacob followed behind us to take me home. Jacob was quiet
all the way back to my house, and I wondered if he were thinking the same things that I was. Maybe he
was changing his mind.


"I would invite myself in, since we're early," he said as we pulled up next to my truck. "But I think you
might be right about the fever. I'm starting to feel a little? strange.
"


"Oh no, not you, too! Do you want me to drive you home?
"
"No." He shook his head, his eyebrows pulling together. "I don't feel sick yet. Just? wrong. If I have to,
I'll pull over.
"


"Will you call me as soon as you get in?" I asked anxiously.
"Sure, sure." He frowned, staring ahead into the darkness and biting his lip.
I opened my door to get out, but he grabbed my wrist lightly and held me there. I noticed again how hot


his skin felt on mine.
"What is it, Jake?" I asked.
"There's something I want to tell you, Bella? but I think it's going to sound kind of corny.
"
I sighed. This would be more of the same from the theater. "Go ahead.
"



"It's just that, I know how you're unhappy a lot. And, maybe it doesn't help anything, but I wanted you to 
know that I'm always here. I won't ever let you down?I promise that you can always count on me. 
Wow, that does sound corny. But you know that, right? That I would never, ever hurt you?" 

"Yeah, Jake. I know that. And I already do count on you, probably more than you know.
"
The smile broke across his face the way the sunrise set the clouds on fire, and I wanted to cut my tongue


out. I hadn't said one word that was a lie, but I should have lied. The truth was wrong, it would hurt him. 
I would let him down.
A strange look crossed his face. "I really think I'd better go home now," he said.
I got out quickly.
"Call me!" I yelled as he pulled away.
I watched him go, and he seemed to be in control of the car, at least. I stared at the empty street when he


was gone, feeling a little sick myself, but not for any physical reason.
How much I wished that Jacob Black had been born my brother, my flesh-and -blood brother, so that 
I


would have some legitimate claim on him that still left me free of any blame now. Heaven knows I had
never wanted to use Jacob, but I couldn't help but interpret the guilt I felt now to mean that I had.
Even more, I had never meant to love him. One thing I truly knew?knew it in the pit of my stomach, in


the center of my bones, knew it from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet, knew it deep in my 
empty chest?was how love gave someone the power to break you. 

I'd been broken beyond repair. 
But I needed Jacob now, needed him like a drug. I'd used him as a crutch for too long, and I was in 
deeper than I'd planned to go with anyone again. Now I couldn't bear for him to be hurt, and I couldn't 
keep from hurting him, either. He thought time and patience would change me, and, though I knew he 
was dead wrong, I also knew that I would let him try. 

He was my best friend. I would always love him, and it would never, ever be enough.
I went inside to sit by the phone and bite my nails.
"Movie over already?" Charlie asked in surprise when I came in. He was on the floor, just a foot from the


TV. Must be an exciting game.
"Mike got sick," I explained. "Some kind of stomach flu.
"
"You okay?
"
"I feel fine now," I said doubtfully. Clearly, I'd been exposed.
I leaned against the kitchen counter, my hand inches from the phone, and tried to wait patiently. I thought


of the strange look on Jacob's face before he drove away, and my fingers started drumming against the


counter. I should have insisted on driving him home.
I watched the clock as the minutes ticked by Ten. Fifteen. Even when I was driving, 