chapter 22

night. It strikes me as peculiar to see Emmett out there in the middle of the night, but who am I to talk?

I call up to him, and after a moment he leans forward and squints down into the night.

“Is that you, Edward?”

“In the soaking wet flesh! Hey bud.”

“Hey there yourself,” he replies, keeping his voice pitched low now. “You do realize that it's 2:30

and raining cats?”

I've noticed, but I seriously don't have the will for banter anymore, nor the energy.

“Yeah. Can I call a cab? I'm kind of in need of a ride home.”

“I have a much better idea!”

And he's gone, stepping inside. Barely a minute later he comes out of the house, a blanket and a pack

of cigarettes in his hands. He nods at his Jeep parked at the curb, then hands me the blanket before

getting inside.

“Just don't get anything too wet. Rose abhors that wet dog smell.” I roll my eyes at him but put the

blanket onto the seat before I climb inside.

Em cranks the window down and lights a Camel before he starts the car.