me onto the kitchen counter, so I wouldn’t have to reach as far. That worked for me. I locked my arms　　around his neck and melted against his cold chest.　　Too soon, as usual, he pulled away.　　I felt my face slip into a pout. He laughed at my expression as he extricated himself from my arms and legs.　　He leaned against the counter next to me and put one arm lightly around my shoulders.　　“I know you think that I have some kind of perfect, unyielding self-control, but that’s not actually the　　case.”　　“I wish,” I sighed.　　And he sighed, too.　　“After school tomorrow,” he said, changing the subject, “I’m going hunting with Carlisle, Esme, and　　Rosalie. Just for a few hours — we’ll stay close. Alice, Jasper, and Emmett should be able to keep you safe.”　　“Ugh,” I grumbled. Tomorrow was the first day of finals, and it was only a half-day. I had Calculus and　　History — the only two challenges in my line-up — so I’d have almost the whole day without him, and nothing　　to do but worry. “I hate being babysat.”　　“It’s temporary,” he promised.　　“Jasper will be bored. Emmett will make fun of me.”　　“They’ll be on their best behavior.”　　“Right,” I grumbled.　　And then it occurred to me that I did have one option besides babysitters. “You know . . . I haven’t been　　to La Push since the bonfire.”　　I watched his face carefully for any change in expression. His eyes tightened the tiniest bit.　　“I’d be safe enough there,” I reminded him.　　He thought about it for a few seconds. “You’re probably right.”　　His face was calm, but just a little too smooth. I almost asked if he’d rather I stayed here, but then I　　thought of the ribbing Emmett would no doubt dish out, and I changed the subject. “Are you thirsty already?” I　　asked, reaching up to stroke the light shadow beneath his eye. His irises were still a deep gold.　　“Not really.” He seemed reluctant to answer, and that surprised me. I waited for an explanation.　　“We want to be as strong as possible,” he explained, still reluctant. “We’ll probably hunt again on the way,　　looking for big game.”　　“That makes you stronger?”　　He searched my face for something, but there was nothing to find but curiosity.　　“Yes,” he finally said. “Human blood makes us the strongest, though only fractionally. Jasper’s been　　thinking about cheating — adverse as he is to the idea, he’s nothing if not practical — but he won’t suggest it.　　He knows what Carlisle will say.”　　“Would that help?” I asked quietly.　　“It doesn’t matter. We aren’t going to change who we are.”　　I frowned. If something helped even the odds . . . and then I shuddered, realizing I was willing to have a　　stranger die to protect him. I was horrified at myself, but not entirely able to deny it, either.　　He changed the subject again. “That’s why they’re so strong, of course. The newborns are full of human　　blood — their own blood, reacting to the change. It lingers in the tissues and strengthens them. Their bodies　　use it up slowly, like Jasper said, the strength starting to wane after about a year.”　　“How strong will I be?”　　He grinned. “Stronger than I am.”　　“Stronger than Emmett?”　　The grin got bigger. “Yes. Do me a favor and challenge him to an arm-wrestling match. It would be a　　good experience for him.”　　I laughed. It sounded so ridiculous.　　Then I sighed and hopped down from the counter, because I really couldn’t put it off any longer. I had to　　cram, and cram hard. Luckily I had Edward’s help, and Edward was an excellent tutor — since he knew　　absolutely everything. I figured my biggest problem would be just focusing on the tests. If I didn’t watch　　myself, I might end up writing my History essay on the vampire wars of the South.　　I took a break to call Jacob, and Edward seemed just as comfortable as he had when I was on the phone　　with Renée. He played with my hair again.　　Though it was the middle of the afternoon, my call woke Jacob up, and he was grouchy at first. He　　cheered right up when I asked if I could visit the next day. The Quileute school was already out for the　　summer, so he told me to come over as early as I could. I was pleased to have an option besides being　　babysat. There was a tiny bit more dignity in spending the day with Jacob.　　Some of that dignity was lost when Edward insisted again on delivering me to the border line like a child　　being exchanged by custodial guardians.　　“So how do you feel you did on your exams?” Edward asked on the way, making small talk.　　“History was easy, but I don’t know about the Calculus. It seemed like it was making sense, so that　　probably means I failed.”　　He laughed. “I’m sure you did fine. Or, if you’re really worried, I could bribe Mr. Varner to give you an　　A.”　　“Er, thanks, but no thanks.”　　He laughed again, but suddenly stopped when we turned the last bend and saw the red car waiting. He　　frowned in concentration, and then, as he parked the car, he sighed.　　“What’s wrong?” I asked, my hand on the door.　　He shook his head. “Nothing.” His eyes were narrowed as he stared through the windshield toward the　　other car. I’d seen that look before.　　“You’re not listening to Jacob, are you?” I accused.　　“It’s not easy to ignore someone when he’s shouting.”　　“Oh.” I thought about that for a second. “What’s he shouting?” I whispered.　　“I’m absolutely certain he’ll mention it himself,” Edward said in a wry tone.　　I would have pressed the issue, but then Jacob honked his horn — two quick impatient honks.　　“That’s impolite,” Edward growled.　　“That’s Jacob,” I sighed, and I hurried out before Jacob did something to really set Edward’s teeth on　　edge.　　I waved to Edward before I got into the Rabbit and, from that distance, it looked like he was truly upset　　about the honking thing . . . or whatever Jacob was thinking about. But my eyes were weak and made　　mistakes all the time.　　I wanted Edward to come to me. I wanted to make both of them get out of their cars and shake hands　　and be friends — be Edward and Jacob rather than vampire and werewolf. It was as if I had those two　　stubborn magnets in my hands again, and I was holding them together, trying to force nature to reverse herself.　　. . .　　I sighed, and climbed in Jacob’s car.　　“Hey, Bells.” Jake’s tone was cheerful, but his voice dragged. I examined his face as he started down the　　road, driving a little faster than I did, but slower than Edward, on his way back to La Push.　　Jacob looked different, maybe even sick. His eyelids drooped and his face was drawn. His shaggy hair　　stuck out in random directions; it was almost to his chin in some places.　　“Are you all right, Jake?”　　“Just tired,” he managed to get out before he was overcome by a massive yawn. When he finished, he　　asked, “What do you want to do today?”　　I eyed him for a moment. “Let’s just hang out at your place for now,” I suggested. He didn’t look like he　　was up for much more than that. “We can ride our bikes later.”　　“Sure, sure,” he said, yawning again.　　Jacob’s house was vacant, and that felt strange. I realized I thought of Billy as a nearly permanent fixture　　there.　　“Where’s your dad?”　　“Over at the Clearwaters’。 He’s been hanging out there a lot since Harry died. Sue gets lonely.”　　Jacob sat down on the old couch that was no bigger than a loveseat and squished himself to the side to　　make room for me.　　“Oh. That’s nice. Poor Sue.”　　“Yeah . . . she’s having some trouble. . . .” He hesitated. “With her kids.”　　“Sure, it’s got to be hard on Seth and Leah, losing their dad. . . .”　　“Uh-huh,” he agreed, lost in thought. He picked up the remote and flipped on the TV without seeming to　　think about it. He yawned.　　“What’s with you, Jake? You’re like a zombie.”　　“I got about two hours of sleep last night, and four the night before,” he told me. He stretched his long　　arms slowly, and I could hear the joints crack as he flexed. He settled his left arm along the back of the sofa　　behind me, and slumped back to rest his head against the wall. “I’m exhausted.”　　“Why aren’t you sleeping?” I asked.　　He made a face. “Sam’s being difficult. He doesn’t trust your bloodsuckers. I’ve been running double　　shifts for two weeks and nobody’s touched me yet, but he still doesn’t buy it. So I’m on my own for now.”　　“Double shifts? Is this because you’re trying to watch out for me? Jake, that’s wrong! You need to sleep.　　I’ll be fine.”　　“It’s no big deal.” His eyes were abruptly more alert. “Hey, did you ever find out who was in your room?　　Is there anything new?”　　I ignored the second question. “No, we didn’t find anything out about my, um, visitor.”　　“Then I’ll be around,” he said as his eyes slid closed.　　“Jake . . . ,” I started to whine.　　“Hey, it’s the least I can do — I offered eternal servitude, remember. I’m your slave for life.”　　“I don’t want a slave!”　　His eyes didn’t open. “What do you want, Bella?”　　“I want my friend Jacob — and I don’t want him half-dead, hurting himself in some misguided attempt —”　　He cut me off. “Look at it this way — I’m hoping I can track down a vampire I’m allowed to kill, okay?”　　I didn’t answer. He looked at me then, peeking at my reaction.　　“Kidding, Bella.”　　I stared at the TV.　　“So, any special plans next week? You’re graduating. Wow. That’s big.” His voice turned flat, and his　　face, already drawn, looked downright haggard as his eyes closed again — not in exhaustion this time, but in　　denial. I realized that graduation still had a horrible significance for him, though my intentions were now　　disrupted.　　“No special plans,” I said carefully, hoping he would hear the reassurance in my words without a more　　detailed explanation. I didn’t want to get into it now. For one thing, he didn’t look up for any difficult　　conversations. For another, I knew he would read too much into my qualms. “Well, I do have to go to a　　graduation party. Mine.” I made a disgusted sound. “Alice loves parties, and she’s invited the whole town to　　her place the night of. It’s going to be horrible.”　　His eyes opened as I spoke, and a relieved smile made his face look less worn. “I didn’t get an invitation.　　I’m hurt,” he teased.　　“Consider yourself invited. It’s supposedly my party, so I should be able to ask who I want.”　　“Thanks,” he said sarcastically, his eyes slipping closed once more.　　“I wish you would come,” I said without any hope. “It would be more fun. For me, I mean.”　　“Sure, sure,” he mumbled. “That would be very . . . wise . . .” His voice trailed off.　　A few seconds later, he was snoring.　　Poor Jacob. I studied his dreaming face, and liked what I saw. While he slept, every trace of　　defensiveness and bitterness disappeared and suddenly he was the boy who had been my very best friend　　before all the werewolf nonsense had gotten in the way. He looked so much younger. He looked like my　　Jacob.　　I nestled into the couch to wait out his nap, hoping he would sleep for a while and make up some of what　　he’d lost. I flipped through channels, but there wasn’t much on. I settled for a cooking show, knowing, as I　　watched, that I’d never put that much effort into Charlie’s dinner. Jacob continued to snore, getting louder. I　　turned up the TV.　　I was strangely relaxed, almost sleepy, too. This house felt safer than my own, probably because no one　　had ever come looking for me here. I curled up on the sofa and thought about taking a nap myself. Maybe I　　would have, but Jacob’s snoring was impossible to tune out. So, instead of sleeping, I let my mind wander.　　Finals were done, and most of them had been a cakewalk. Calculus, the one exception, was behind me,　　pass or fail. My high school education was over. And I didn’t really know how I felt about that. I couldn’t　　look at it objectively, tied up as it was with my human life being over.　　I wondered how long Edward planned to use this “not because you’re scared” excuse. I was going to　　have to put my foot down sometime.　　If I were thinking practically, I knew it made more sense to ask Carlisle to change me the second I made it　　through the graduation line. Forks was becoming nearly as dangerous as a war zone. No, Forks was a war　　zone. Not to mention . . . it would be a good excuse to miss the graduation party. I smiled to myself as I　　thought of that most trivial of reasons for changing. Silly . . . yet still compelling.　　But Edward was right — I wasn’t quite ready yet.　　And I didn’t want to be practical. I wanted Edward to be the one. It wasn’t a rational desire. I was sure　　that — about two seconds after someone actually bit me and the venom started burning through my veins — I　　really wouldn’t care anymore who had done it. So it shouldn’t make a difference.　　It was hard to define, even to myself, why it mattered. There was just something about him being the one　　to make the choice — to want to keep me enough that he wouldn’t just allow me to be changed, he would act　　to keep me. It was childish, but I liked the idea that his lips would be the last good thing I would feel. Even　　more embarrassingly, something I would never say aloud, I wanted his venom to poison my system. It would　　make me belong to him in a tangible, quantifiable way.　　But I knew he was going to stick to his marriage scheme like glue — because a delay was what he was　　clearly after and it was working so far. I tried to imagine telling my parents that I was getting married this　　summer. Telling Angela and Ben and Mike. I couldn’t. I couldn’t think of the words to say. It would be easier　　to tell them I was becoming a vampire. And I was sure that at least my mother — were I to tell her every　　detail of the truth — would be more strenuously opposed to me getting married than to me a becoming　　vampire. I grimaced to myself as I imagined her horrified expression.　　Then, for just a second, I saw that same odd vision of Edward and me on a porch swing, wearing clothes　　from another kind of world. A world where it would surprise no one if I wore his ring on my finger. A simpler　　place, where love was defined in simpler ways. One plus one equals two. . . .　　Jacob snorted and rolled to his side. His arm swung off the back of the couch and pinned me against his　　body.　　Holy crow, but he was heavy! And hot. It was sweltering after just a few seconds.　　I tried to slide out from under his arm without waking him, but I had to shove a little bit, and when his arm　　fell off me, his eyes snapped open. He jumped to his feet, looking around anxiously.　　“What? What?” he asked, disoriented.　　“It’s just me, Jake. Sorry I woke you.”　　He turned to look at me, blinking and confused. “Bella?”　　“Hey, sleepy.”　　“Oh, man! Did I fall asleep? I’m sorry! How long was I out?”　　“A few Emerils. I lost count.”　　He flopped back on the couch next to me. “Wow. Sorry about that, really.”　　I patted his hair, trying to smooth the wild disarray. “Don’t feel bad. I’m glad you got some sleep.”　　He yawned and stretched. “I’m useless these days. No wonder Billy’s always gone. I’m so boring.”　　“You’re fine,” I assured him.　　“Ugh, let’s go outside. I need to walk around or I’ll pass out again.”　　“Jake, go back to sleep. I’m good. I’ll call Edward to come pick me up.” I patted my pockets as I spoke,　　and realized they were empty. “Shoot, I’ll have to borrow your phone. I think I must have left his in the car.” I　　started to unfold myself.　　“No!” Jacob insisted, grabbing my hand. “No, stay. You hardly ever make it down. I can’t believe I　　wasted all this time.”　　He pulled me off the couch as he spoke, and then led the way outside, ducking his head as he passed　　under the doorframe. It had gotten much cooler while Jacob slept; the air was unseasonably cold — there　　must be a storm on the way. It felt like February, not May.　　The wintry air seemed to make Jacob more alert. He paced back and forth in front of the house for a　　minute, dragging me along with him.　　“I’m an idiot,” he muttered to himself.　　“What’s the matter, Jake? So you fell asleep.” I shrugged.　　“I wanted to talk to you. I can’t believe this.”　　“Talk to me now,” I said.　　Jacob met my eyes for a second, and then looked away quickly toward the trees. It almost looked like he　　was blushing, but it was hard to tell with his dark skin.　　I suddenly remembered what Edward had said when he dropped me off — that Jacob would tell me　　whatever he was shouting in his head. I started gnawing on my lip.　　“Look,” Jacob said. “I was planning to do this a little bit differently.” He laughed, and it sounded like he　　was laughing at himself. “Smoother,” he added. “I was going to work up to it, but” — and he looked at the　　clouds, dimmer as the afternoon progressed — “I’m out of time to work.”　　He laughed again, nervous. We were still pacing slowly.　　“What are you talking about?” I demanded.　　He took a deep breath. “I want to tell you something. And you already know it . . . but I think I should say　　it out loud anyway. Just so there’s never any confusion on the subject.”　　I planted my feet, and he came to a stop. I took my hand away and folded my arms across my chest. I　　was suddenly sure that I didn’t want to know what he was building up to.　　Jacob’s eyebrows pulled down, throwing his deep-set eyes into shadow. They were pitch black as they　　bored into mine.　　“I’m in love with you, Bella,” Jacob said in a strong, sure voice. “Bella, I love you. And I want you to pick　　me instead of him. I know you don’t feel that way, but I need the truth out there so that you know your　　options. I wouldn’t want a miscommunication to stand in our way.”　　15. WAGER　　I STARED AT HIM FOR A LONG MINUTE, SPEECHLESS. I could not think of one thing to say to him.　　As he watched my dumbfounded expression, the seriousness left his face.　　“Okay,” he said, grinning. “That’s all.”　　“Jake —” It felt like there was something big sticking in my throat. I tried to clear the obstruction. “I can’t　　— I mean I don’t . . . I have to go.”　　I turned, but he grabbed my shoulders and spun me around.　　“No, wait. I know that, Bella. But, look, answer me this, all right? Do you want me to go away and never　　see you again? Be honest.”　　It was hard to concentrate on his question, so it took a minute to answer. “No, I don’t want that,” I finally　　admitted.　　Jacob grinned again. “See.”　　“But I don’t want you around for the same reason that you want me around,” I objected.　　“Tell me exactly why you want me around, then.”　　I thought carefully. “I miss you when you’re not there. When you’re happy,” I qualified carefully, “it makes　　me happy. But I could say the same thing about Charlie, Jacob. You’re family. I love you, but I’m not in love　　with you.”　　He nodded, unruffled. “But you do want me around.”　　“Yes.” I sighed. He was impossible to discourage.　　“Then I’ll stick around.”　　“You’re a glutton for punishment,” I grumbled.　　“Yep.” He stroked the tips of his fingers across my right cheek. I slapped his hand away.　　“Do you think you could behave yourself a little better, at least?” I asked, irritated.　　“No, I don’t. You decide, Bella. You can have me the way I am — bad behavior included — or not at　　all.”　　I stared at him, frustrated. “That’s mean.”　　“So are you.”　　That pulled me up short, and I took an involuntary step back. He was right. If I wasn’t mean — and　　greedy, too — I would tell him I didn’t want to be friends and walk away. It was wrong to try to keep my　　friend when that would hurt him. I didn’t know what I was doing here, but I was suddenly sure that it wasn’t　　good.　　“You’re right,” I whispered.　　He laughed. “I forgive you. Just try not to get too mad at me. Because I recently decided that I’m not　　giving up. There really is something irresistible about a lost cause.”　　“Jacob.” I stared into his dark eyes, trying to make him take me seriously. “I love him, Jacob. He’s my　　whole life.”　　“You love me, too,” he reminded me. He held up his hand when I started to protest. “Not the same way, I　　know. But he’s not your whole life, either. Not anymore. Maybe he was once, but he left. And now he’s just　　going to have to deal with the consequence of that choice — me.”　　I shook my head. “You’re impossible.”　　Suddenly, he was serious. He took my chin in his hand, holding it firmly so that I couldn’t look away from　　his intent gaze.　　“Until your heart stops beating, Bella,” he said. “I’ll be here — fighting. Don’t forget that you have　　options.”　　“I don’t want options,” I disagreed, trying to yank my chin free unsuccessfully. “And my heartbeats are　　numbered, Jacob. The time is almost gone.”　　His eyes narrowed. “All the more reason to fight — fight harder now, while I can,” he whispered.　　He still had my chin — his fingers holding too tight, till it hurt — and I saw the resolve form abruptly in his　　eyes.　　“N —” I started to object, but it was too late.　　His lips crushed mine, stopping my protest. He kissed me angrily, roughly, his other hand gripping tight　　around the back of my neck, making escape impossible. I shoved against his chest with all my strength, but he　　didn’t even seem to notice. His mouth was soft, despite the anger, his lips molding to mine in a warm,　　unfamiliar way.　　I grabbed at his face, trying to push it away, failing again. He seemed to notice this time, though, and it　　aggravated him. His lips forced mine open, and I could feel his hot breath in my mouth.　　Acting on instinct, I let my hands drop to my side, and shut down. I opened my eyes and didn’t fight,　　didn’t feel . . . just waited for him to stop.　　It worked. The anger seemed to evaporate, and he pulled back to look at me. He pressed his lips softly to　　mine again, once, twice . . . a third time. I pretended I was a statue and waited.　　Finally, he let go of my face and leaned away.　　“Are you done now?” I asked in an expressionless voice.　　“Yes,” he sighed. He started to smile, closing his eyes.　　I pulled my arm back and then let it snap forward, punching him in the mouth with as much power as I　　could force out of my body.　　There was a crunching sound.　　“Ow! OW!” I screamed, frantically hopping up and down in agony while I clutched my hand to my chest.　　It was broken, I could feel it.　　Jacob stared at me in shock. “Are you all right?”　　“No, dammit! You broke my hand!”　　“Bella, you broke your hand. Now stop dancing around and let me look at it.”　　“Don’t touch me! I’m going home right now!”　　“I’ll get my car,” he said calmly. He wasn’t even rubbing his jaw like they did in the movies. How pathetic.　　“No, thanks,” I hissed. “I’d rather walk.” I turned toward the road. It was only a few miles to the border.　　As soon as I got away from him, Alice would see me. She’d send somebody to pick me up.　　“Just let me drive you home,” Jacob insisted. Unbelievably, he had the nerve to wrap his arm around my　　waist.　　I jerked away from him.　　“Fine!” I growled. “Do! I can’t wait to see what Edward does to you! I hope he snaps your neck, you　　pushy, obnoxious, moronic DOG!”　　Jacob rolled his eyes. He walked me to the passenger side of his car and helped me in. When he got in the　　driver’s side, he was whistling.　　“Didn’t I hurt you at all?” I asked, furious and annoyed.　　“Are you kidding? If you hadn’t started screaming, I might not have figured out that you were trying to　　punch me. I may not be made out of stone, but I’m not that soft.”　　“I hate you, Jacob Black.”　　“That’s good. Hate is a passionate emotion.”　　“I’ll give you passionate,” I muttered under my breath. “Murder, the ultimate crime of passion.”　　“Oh, c’mon,” he said, all cheery and looking like he was about to start whistling again. “That had to be　　better than kissing a rock.”　　“Not even remotely close,” I told him coldly.　　He pursed his lips. “You could just be saying that.”　　“But I’m not.”　　That seemed to bother him for a second, but then he perked up. “You’re just mad. I don’t have any　　experience with this kind of thing, but I thought it was pretty incredible myself.”　　“Ugh,” I groaned.　　“You’re going to think about it tonight. When he thinks you’re asleep, you’ll be thinking about your　　options.”　　“If I think about you tonight, it will be because I’m having a nightmare.”　　He slowed the car to a crawl, turning to stare at me with his dark eyes wide and earnest. “Just think about　　how it could be, Bella,” he urged in a soft, eager voice. “You wouldn’t have to change anything for me. You　　know Charlie would be happy if you picked me. I could protect you just as well as your vampire can —　　maybe better. And I would make you happy, Bella. There’s so much I could give you that he can’t. I’ll bet he　　couldn’t even kiss you like that — because he would hurt you. I would never, never hurt you, Bella.”　　I held up my injured hand.　　He sighed. “That wasn’t my fault. You should have known better.”　　“Jacob, I can’t be happy without him.”　　“You’ve never tried,” he disagreed. “When he left, you spent all your energy holding on to him. You could　　be happy if you let go. You could be happy with me.”　　“I don’t want to be happy with anyone but him,” I insisted.　　“You’ll never be able to be as sure of him as you are of me. He left you once, he could do it again.”　　“No, he will not,” I said through my teeth. The pain of the memory bit into me like the lash of a whip. It　　made me want to hurt him back. “You left me once,” I reminded him in a cold voice, thinking of the weeks　　he’d hidden from me, the words he’d said to me in the woods beside his home. . . .　　“I never did,” he argued hotly. “They told me I couldn’t tell you — that it wasn’t safe for you if we were　　together. But I never left, never! I used to run around your house at night — like I do now. Just making sure　　you were okay.”　　I wasn’t about to let him make me feel bad for him now.　　“Take me home. My hand hurts.”　　He sighed, and started driving at a normal speed, watching the road.　　“Just think about it, Bella.”　　“No,” I said stubbornly.　　“You will. Tonight. And I’ll be thinking about you while you’re thinking about me.”　　“Like I said, a nightmare.”　　He grinned over at me. “You kissed me back.”　　I gasped, unthinkingly balling my hands up into fists again, hissing when my broken hand reacted.　　“Are you okay?” he asked.　　“I did not.”　　“I think I can tell the difference.”　　“Obviously you can’t — that was not kissing back, that was trying to get you the hell off of me, you idiot.”　　He laughed a low, throaty laugh. “Touchy. Almost overly defensive, I would say.”　　I took a deep breath. There was no point in arguing with him; he would twist anything I said. I　　concentrated on my hand, trying to stretch out my fingers, to ascertain where the broken parts were. Sharp　　pains stabbed along my knuckles. I groaned.　　“I’m really sorry about your hand,” Jacob said, sounding almost sincere. “Next time you want to hit me,　　use a baseball bat or a crowbar, okay?”　　“Don’t think I’ll forget that,” I muttered.　　I didn’t realize where we were going until we were on my road.　　“Why are you taking me here?” I demanded.　　He looked at me blankly. “I thought you said you were going home?”　　“Ugh. I guess you can’t take me to Edward’s house, can you?” I ground my teeth in frustration.　　Pain twisted across his face, and I could see that this affected him more than anything else I’d said.　　“This is your home, Bella,” he said quietly.　　“Yes, but do any doctors live here?” I asked, holding up my hand again.　　“Oh.” He thought about that for a minute. “I’ll take you to the hospital. Or Charlie can.”　　“I don’t want to go to the hospital. It’s embarrassing and unnecessary.”　　He let the Rabbit idle in front of the house, deliberating with an unsure expression. Charlie’s cruiser was in　　the driveway.　　I sighed. “Go home, Jacob.”　　I climbed out of the car awkwardly, heading for the house. The engine cut off behind me, and I was less　　surprised than annoyed to find Jacob beside me again.　　“What are you going to do?” he asked.　　“I am going to get some ice on my hand, and then I am going to call Edward and tell him to come and get　　me and take me to Carlisle so that he can fix my hand. Then, if you’re still here, I am going to go hunt up a　　crowbar.”　　He didn’t answer. He opened the front door and held it for me.　　We walked silently past the front room where Charlie was lying on the sofa.　　“Hey, kids,” he said, sitting forward. “Nice to see you here, Jake.”　　“Hey, Charlie,” Jacob answered casually, pausing. I stalked on to the kitchen.　　“What’s wrong with her?” Charlie wondered.　　“She thinks she broke her hand,” I heard Jacob tell him. I went to the freezer and pulled out a tray of ice　　cubes.　　“How did she do that?” As my father, I thought Charlie ought to sound a bit less amused and a bit more　　concerned.　　Jacob laughed. “She hit me.”　　Charlie laughed, too, and I scowled while I beat the tray against the edge of the sink. The ice scattered　　inside the basin, and I grabbed a handful with my good hand and wrapped the cubes in the dishcloth on the　　counter.　　“Why did she hit you?”