Wild Turkey

Chapter 2

A/N: Thank you, thank you, thank you for all the awesome reviews.  Sorry, I didn't get around to responding to all of them.  This story is unbeta'd so I'm apologizing now for any grammatical errors that may be found.  

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I woke up the next morning feeling way better than I had the day before; definitely feeling a bit more rested. I think sleeping in my own bed with my fan on, and the AC running had really helped up. Stretching, I noticed how quiet the how the house was, and it freaked me out a bit. I was used to the noises of the city, and now I was surrounded by quiet for the most part.

Hopping out of bed, I took a quick shower then headed into the kitchen and found a note from Charlie informing me that he'd had to go into work. Great. I was stuck with no mode or means of transportation and my closest friend was over twenty-five hundred miles away. With a sigh, I poured myself a cup of lukewarm coffee and decided to take it for a walk. I grabbed my phone and keys, and shoved my feet into a worn out pair of Toms.

As I stepped out onto the porch I prayed that Musket wouldn't make an appearance. I mean, seriously. What kind of town allowed man-eating turkeys to wander about? It was beyond ridiculous.

A quick glance around the yard showed no signs of the crazed turkey, so I headed down the driveway and took a left out onto the road. I walked slowly, taking the time to get a good look at my surroundings. Sand and trees lined the side of the road, and I grimaced at how hot it already was. The heat was going to kill me.

I continued my walk and as I rounded a curve in the road, I was suddenly met with a breathtaking view. White sand, palm trees, and the sparkling blue of the Gulf of Mexico. For a moment, all I could do was stand there and take in the view. As I moved forward, I saw houses scattered along the road, and I decided to keep walking until I came to a path that led to the beach. There wasn't a no trespassing sigh, so I figured it was okay to walk onto the beach. I quickly toed off my shoes and picked them up, carrying them in one hand with my cup of coffee in the other. I walked until I was near the shoreline, and then I stood there and watched the waves crashing.

"This is private property," a steely, yet velvet voice said from behind me.

I let out a sigh. Of course my morning would be ruined by an asshole. Turning to face him, I almost lost the ability to speak. Assholes should not be allowed to look so good. He had a fantastic case of sex-hair going on, he was shirtless and wearing a pair of jogging shorts and running shoes. Did I mention he was sweaty?

"Sorry," I told him. "I wasn't aware this was private property. I was taking a walk, saw a path, and took it." He continued to glare at me before letting out a huff.

"Chill out, dude. I'll leave. It's not that big a deal. Don't go getting your panties in a twist," I muttered as I brushed past him.

"Forget it. It's fine. Stay and enjoy the view. I've got to get going anyway," he mumbled before taking back off down the beach.

I was left standing there confused, but since he'd told me to stay and enjoy the view I would. I sat down on the sand and closed my eyes for a few minutes. While I missed the hustling and bustling of the city, I had to admit nothing but the sounds of the ocean was pretty peaceful. Unfortunately, my peacefulness didn't last long.

"Bella! Hey, Bella! That is you, right?" a loud voice boomed from nearby, and I opened my eyes to see Emmett and Jasper walking my way.

"Yes, it's me. Who else would I be?" I asked as they approached. Emmett shot me a grin and shrugged his shoulders.

"What brings you to our beach?" he asked, plopping his huge self down next to me.

"I was wandering and stumbled across the path back there," I said, pointing toward where I'd come from. "I didn't see a no trespassing sign, so I came down here. It wasn't until I ran into Edward that he mentioned this was private property."