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BAILEY DID NOT HELP THEM with the building process, she was merely, begrudgingly, the benefactor. She was still very uncertain about the entire thing, but also extremely curious as to what Bella's main motivation was. The only clue she had so far was that it had something to do with Edward, but Bailey had yet to piece together the whole picture. The motorcycles, or death machines as Bailey called them, didn't need to be hidden any further than simply placing them in Jacob's shed; Billy's wheelchair couldn't maneuver the uneven ground separating it from the house.
Jacob started pulling the first bike—the red one, which was destined for Bella—to pieces immediately. He opened up the passenger door of the Rabbit so that Bailey could sit in the seat instead of on the ground with him and Bella. While he worked, Jacob chattered happily, needing only the slightest of nudges from Bella to keep the conversation rolling. He updated them on the progress of his sophomore year of school, running on about his classes and his two best friends.
"Quil and Embry?" Bella interrupted. "Those are unusual names."
Jacob chuckled. "Quil's is a hand-me-down, and I think Embry got named after a soap opera star. I can't say anything, though. They fight dirty if you start on their names—they'll tag team you."
"Good friends." Bella raised one eyebrow.
"No, they are. Just don't mess with their names."
Just then a call echoed in the distance. "Jacob?" someone shouted.
Bailey looked up from the top of her book. "Is that Billy?" she asked, almost excitedly. If these two got caught it would put an end to their shenanigans.
"No." Jacob ducked his head, it looked like he was blushing under his brown skin. "Speak of the devil," he mumbled, "and the devil shall appear."
"Jake? Are you out here?" The shouting voice was closer now.
"Yeah!" Jacob shouted back and sighed.
The three of them waited through the short silence until two tall, dark-skinned boys strolled around the corner into the shed. One was slender, almost as tall as Jacob. His black hair was chin-length and parted down the middle, one side tucked behind his left ear while the right side swung free. The shorter boy was more burly. His white T-shirt strained over his well-developed chest, and he seemed gleefully conscious of that fact. His hair was short it was almost a buzz.
Both boys stopped short when they saw Jacob wasn't alone. The thin boy glanced swiftly back and forth between Jacob, Bailey and Bella, while the brawny one kept his eyes on each girl, a slow smile spreading across his face.
"Hey, guys," Jacob greeted them halfheartedly.
"Hey, Jake," the short one said without looking at him. Bella felt she had to respond with a smile; his grin was so impish. When she did smile, he winked at her. "Hi, there."
