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"Did you just threaten to tie to me to a bed?" He hadn't realized he said anything aloud. By the sound of Bella's incredulous voice, Edward realized he was treading a thin line. One he seemed to straddle since they met.

After putting the truck in park and turning it off, he turned to glare at her. "Considering I kept my promise of not surfacing for days, you bet your ass I did."

She sat back against the door and the tears that almost started to fall earlier were gone. Now, she looked pissed, but angry was a hundred times better than crying. He couldn't handle that from her, but what surprised him was the look of smug satisfaction on her lips, as one eyebrow rose in challenge.

"I believe your words were that you'd throw me over your shoulder, and then we wouldn't surface for days," she stated.

Edward knew she loved pushing his buttons, especially when they argued. It was a damn shame she couldn't do it when it really mattered. If she'd had the outburst at the cabin, they would've hashed it out there and saved them some confusion.

It was time to have it out.

Bella watched as Edward grasped the steering wheel tight enough for it to creak under his white-knuckled hold after she teased him. She knew he'd been holding back something since they received the messages from Alec and Jasper. She hadn't a clue as to what that was until he said he'd take her home as they ate.

Apparently, now that she was safe, it was over between them in his eyes. If that was the case, why hadn't he come out and said it? He'd made it clear that he couldn't offer her more than sex since they started this rollercoaster ride between them, so why leave her hanging now? He offered no clarification at all, other than stating he'd take her home. Then after breakfast, he asked her to dance after being quiet and closed off on their last night together. It messed with her head, enough for her to blow up on the ride home. She hated that she couldn't hold back as well as he could.

A round of slightly unhinged and rough laughter emitted from him. "For someone who seems to know what I'm thinking ninety percent of the time, you sure picked the wrong time to stop."

She didn't know what to make of that. "I never made such a claim. I just know how to read you when you're horny or pissed." She matched Edward's scowl and narrowing eyes. "Which happens to be most of the time."

"That's only because it's you." He tilted his head back, looking at the ceiling of his truck, staring and not saying a word. Tired and confused with the whole situation, Bella reached for the door handle with the intention of getting some fresh air. "I wouldn't run if I were you."

Oh, the man knew better to issue that kind of warning when she was upset.

"What are you going to do, huh?" His eyes narrowed in on her hand. She should have backed off, but nice and easy didn't work on Edward. If she wanted answers, she had to push sometimes.

"Exactly what I damn promised you," he stated. What did he mean by that—a few more days of fucking? She didn't know if she should feel insulted or aroused. The way he said it didn't help, either. It meant that things could end in one of two ways; either getting naked or walking away angry at each other.

She couldn't think when his scent of wood, pine, and soap assaulted her senses, so she laughed off his words and opened the door. By the time she hopped off and slammed it closed, he was rounding the hood of his truck. Before he could reach her, she backed away. "If you don't mind, I'd like to go home now."

"Sure didn't seem like it an hour ago," he taunted, pushing right back. After taking another step toward her, she was against the bed of his truck. "I could see it your eyes. How it hurt that I said I'd take you home."

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