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Rain started to fall。 I blinked furiously as the drops pelted my face。
Jacob waited in silence。 He wore no jacket； as usual； the rain left a spatter of dark spots on his black T
shirt； and dripped through his shaggy hair。 His face was expressionless as he watched mine。
“Quil 。 。 。 imprinted 。 。 。 with a twoyearold？” I was finally able to ask。
“It happens。” Jacob shrugged。 He bent to grab another rock and sent it flying out into the bay。 “Or so the
stories say。”
“But she’s a baby；” I protested。
He looked at me with dark amusement。 “Quil’s not getting any older；” he reminded me； a bit of acid in his
tone。 “He’ll just have to be patient for a few decades。”
“I 。 。 。 don’t know what to say。”
I was trying my hardest not to be critical； but； in truth； I was horrified。 Until now； nothing about the
werewolves had bothered me since the day I’d found out they weren’t mitting the murders I’d suspected
them of。
“You’re making judgments；” he accused。 “I can see it on your face。”
“Sorry；” I muttered。 “But it sounds really creepy。”
“It’s not like that； you’ve got it all wrong；” Jacob defended his friend； suddenly vehement。 “I’ve seen what
it’s like； through his eyes。 There’s nothing romantic about it at all； not for Quil； not now。” He took a deep
breath； frustrated。 “It’s so hard to describe。 It’s not like love at first sight； really。 It’s more like 。 。 。 gravity
moves。 When you see her； suddenly it’s not the earth holding you here anymore。 She does。 And nothing
matters more than her。 And you would do anything for her； be anything for her。 。 。 。 You bee whatever she
needs you to be； whether that’s a protector； or a lover； or a friend； or a brother。
“Quil will be the best； kindest big brother any kid ever had。 There isn’t a toddler on the pla that will be
more carefully looked after than that little girl will be。 And then； when she’s older and needs a friend； he’ll be
more understanding； trustworthy； and reliable than anyone else she knows。 And then； when she’s grown up；
they’ll be as happy as Emily and Sam。” A strange； bitter edge sharpened his tone at the very end； when he
spoke of Sam。
“Doesn’t Claire get a choice here？”
“Of course。 But why wouldn’t she choose him； in the end？ He’ll be her perfect match。 Like he was
designed for her alone。”
We walked in silence for a moment； till I paused to toss a rock toward the ocean。 It fell to the beach
several meters short。 Jacob laughed at me。
“We can’t all be freakishly strong；” I muttered。
He sighed。
“When do you think it will happen for you？” I asked quietly。
His answer was flat and immediate。 “Never。”
“It’s not something you can control； is it？”
He was silent for a few minutes。 Unconsciously； we both walked slower； barely moving at all。
“It’s not supposed to be；” he admitted。 “But you have to see her — the one that’s supposedly meant for
you。”
“And you think that if you haven’t seen her yet； then she’s not out there？” I asked skeptically。 “Jacob； you
haven’t really seen much of the world — less than me； even。”
“No； I haven’t；” he said in a low voice。 He looked at my face with suddenly piercing eyes。 “But I’ll never
see anyone else； Bella。 I only see you。 Even when I close my eyes and try to see something else。 Ask Quil or
Embry。 It drives them all crazy。”
I dropped my eyes to the rocks。
We weren’t walking anymore。 The only sound was of the waves beating against the shore。 I couldn’t hear
the rain over their roar。
“Maybe I’d better go home；” I whispered。
“No！” he protested； surprised by this conclusion。
I looked up at him again； and his eyes were anxious now。
“You have the whole day off； right？ The bloodsucker won’t be home yet。”
I glared at him。
“No offense intended；” he said quickly。
“Yes； I have the whole day。 But； Jake 。 。 。”
He held up his hands。 “Sorry；” he apologized。 “I won’t be like that anymore。 I’ll just be Jacob。”
I sighed。 “But if that’s what you’re thinking 。 。 。”
“Don’t worry about me；” he insisted； smiling with deliberate cheer； too brightly。 “I know what I’m doing。
Just tell me if I’m upsetting you。”
“I don’t know。 。 。 。”
“C’mon； Bella。 Let’s go back to the house and get our bikes。 You’ve got to ride a motorcycle regularly to
keep it in tune。”
“I really don’t think I’m allowed。”
“By who？ Charlie or the blood — or him？”
“Both。”
Jacob grinned my grin； and he was suddenly the Jacob I missed the most； sunny and warm。
I couldn’t help grinning back。
The rain softened； turned to mist。
“I won’t tell anyone；” he promised。
“Except every one of your friends。”
He shook his head soberly and raised his right hand。 “I promise not to think about it。”
I laughed。 “If I get hurt； it was because I tripped。”
“Whatever you say。”
We rode our motorcycles on the back roads around La Push until the rain made them too muddy and
Jacob insisted that he was going to pass out if he didn’t eat soon。 Billy greeted me easily when we got to the
house； as if my sudden reappearance meant nothing more plicated than that I’d wanted to spend the day
with my friend。 After we ate the sandwiches Jacob made； we went out to the garage and I helped him clean up
the bikes。 I hadn’t been here in months — since Edward had returned — but there was no sense of import to
it。 It was just another afternoon in the garage。
“This is nice；” I mented when he pulled the warm sodas from the grocery bag。 “I’ve missed this
place。”
He smiled； looking around at the plastic sheds bolted together over our heads。 “Yeah； I can understand
that。 All the splendor of the Taj Mahal； without the inconvenience and expense of traveling to India。”
“To Washington’s little Taj Mahal；” I toasted； holding up my can。
He touched his can to mine。
“Do you remember last Valentine’s Day？ I think that was the last time you were here — the last time
when things were still 。 。 。 normal； I mean。”
I laughed。 “Of course I remember。 I traded a lifetime of