Chapter 5 Teaser

“You’re so beautiful, but especially so when you blush like that, Isabella,” Edward said as he lifted her hand to his lips and brushed a soft kiss across her knuckles.

“Edward,” she said with a mixture of pleasure and frustration.

Her husband was the most maddening man, even though he could sweep her of her feet with no effort at all.

“What? Can I not compliment my wife?” he said with a self-satisfied smirk.

Reaching the end of her seemingly limitless patience, she pulled her hand back and looked at him, eyes furious. 

“Edward Cullen, don’t you dare try to dazzle me! If you don’t want to tell me what is going on with you, fine, don’t tell me. It’s not like it would be any different than the past five years anyway. But, you asked me a serious question and I was going to answer you and I had hoped you would do the same for me. If you have no intention of listening or talking, then just let me know right now so we can eat, fuck, and then sleep in separate rooms, like we do every damn night anyway!” Isabella said, her temper threatening to take over and make her say something she would really regret. 

Oh, there was much she wanted to say to her stunned husband right at the moment, she thought angrily as she began serving the mushroom ravioli. Insufferable ass was the chant currently racing through her mind followed closely with arrogant bastard and both were rather apt descriptions at the moment. How dare he…how fucking dare he, after all she’d been through and after all the time she’d spent trying to get him to this moment, how dare he carelessly discount the serious discussion they were having. 

“‘Can I not compliment my wife?’ my ass,” she muttered, loud enough for Edward to hear. “Ha!” she exclaimed heatedly and then turned an icy glare of her own on her husband before handing him his plate of food. 

“Damn it!” she muttered in extreme annoyance when she realized she’d forgotten the freshly grated Parmesan cheese inside. 

Edward watched, totally dumbfounded as his wife stomped from the deck into the house, her arms flailing about as she continued to mutter to herself. His wife just said the word fuck. He’d never heard that word come out of her mouth…ever. And the fact that she said it in terms of their lovemaking left him shell-shocked. Finding out about his impending death, being in an almost plane crash, the introduction of an angel into his life…all paled in comparison to the despair he felt right at the moment that she would believe he felt that way about her. 

“What the hell just happened?” Edward said as he ran a hand through his hair and took a drink of his wine. The wine, supposedly delicious since he only bought the best of the best, was bitter and left a horrible taste in his mouth. 

“Edward, my boy, you really are the dumbest bastard on the planet,” Seth said when he suddenly appeared in the chair just vacated by his wife. 

“Excuse me?” he asked, clearly not understanding. 

The angel laughed heartily, shaking the ground and the table with the sound and then looked at Edward. “Would you like me to enlighten you on why your lovely Isabella just turned into an Italian spitfire in the blink of an eye? You are obviously completely clueless when it comes to your wife.” 

“If you think you know, then by all means enlighten me, oh angelic one,” he sneered petulantly.