“Tell her
you’re sorry,” Edward chastised the hulk of a man in front of me.
“I’m
sorry,” he said sincerely with a bit of a pout.
“It’s
alright, just don’t do that to people you don’t know.”
He looked
down to the floor, thoroughly chastised.
“Emmett
McCartey,” he said, holding out his hand.
Tentitively,
I placed my hand in his. “Bella Cullen.”
“Damn,
Edward, I didn’t know you had such a fine little sister,” he said ginning down
at me and winking.
I could
hear Jasper snicker and Edward looked like he was about to explode.
“Cullen
is my married name,” I pointed out.
“Married?
Wait, when did Carlisle leave Esme? I’ll kick his ass!”
Jasper
was now gasping for breath, his laughter filling the room.
“Not
Carlisle. She’s my wife,” Edward
growled, his jaw tense.
“Shut up.
Is it April fools day? Fucker you did not get married. Stop fucking with me.”
Jasper
was now on his knees, gripping the counter ledge.
“Damn,
man, you practically lived in my house when we were kids. How the hell did you
come up with sister?” Edward questioned exasperated.
“Well, if
she was related to you that would mean I might have a shot,” he explained with
a grin.
