3 eclipse月食-第35章

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And　then　taking　a　cell　phone；　so　that　I’ll　know　when　to　pick　you　up？”　
“That　sounds　。　。　。　very　reasonable。”　
“Excellent。”　
He　smiled　at　me；　and　I　could　see　no　trace　of　apprehension　in　his　jewellike　eyes。　


To　no　one’s　surprise；　Charlie　had　no　problem　at　all　with　me　going　to　La　Push　for　a　bonfire。　Jacob　crowed　
with　undisguised　exultation　when　I　called　to　give　him　the　news；　and　he　seemed　eager　enough　to　embrace　
Edward’s　safety　measures。　He　promised　to　meet　us　at　the　line　between　territories　at　six。　
I　had　decided；　after　a　short　internal　debate；　that　I　would　not　sell　my　motorcycle。　I　would　take　it　back　to　
La　Push　where　it　belonged　and；　when　I　no　longer　needed　it　anymore　。　。　。　well；　then；　I　would　insist　that　Jacob　
profit　from　his　work　somehow。　He　could　sell　it　or　give　it　to　a　friend。　It　didn’t　matter　to　me。　
Tonight　seemed　like　a　good　opportunity　to　return　the　bike　to　Jacob’s　garage。　As　gloomy　as　I　was　feeling　
about　things　lately；　every　day　seemed　like　a　possible　last　chance。　I　didn’t　have　time　to　procrastinate　any　task；　
no　matter　how　minor。　
Edward　only　nodded　when　I　explained　what　I　wanted；　but　I　thought　I　saw　a　flicker　of　consternation　in　his　
eyes；　and　I　knew　he　was　no　happier　about　the　idea　of　me　on　a　motorcycle　than　Charlie　was。　
I　followed　him　back　to　his　house；　to　the　garage　where　I’d　left　the　bike。　It　wasn’t　until　I　pulled　the　truck　in　
and　got　out　that　I　realized　the　consternation　might　not　be　entirely　about　my　safety　this　time。　
Next　to　my　little　antique　motorcycle；　overshadowing　it；　was　another　vehicle。　To　call　this　other　vehicle　a　
motorcycle　hardly　seemed　fair；　since　it　didn’t　seem　to　belong　to　the　same　family　as　my　suddenly　shabby　
looking　bike。　
It　was　big　and　sleek　and　silver　and　—　even　totally　motionless　—　it　looked　fast。　
“What　is　that？”　
“Nothing；”　Edward　murmured。　
“It　doesn’t　look　like　nothing。”　
Edward’s　expression　was　casual；　he　seemed　determined　to　blow　it　off。　“Well；　I　didn’t　know　if　you　were　

going　to　forgive　your　friend；　or　he　you；　and　I　wondered　if　you　would　still　want　to　ride　your　bike　anyway。　It　
sounded　like　it　was　something　that　you　enjoyed。　I　thought　I　could　go　with　you；　if　you　wished。”　He　shrugged。　
I　stared　at　the　beautiful　machine。　Beside　it；　my　bike　looked　like　a　broken　tricycle。　I　felt　a　sudden　wave　of　
sadness　when　I　realized　that　this　was　not　a　bad　analogy　for　the　way　I　probably　looked　next　to　Edward。　
“I　wouldn’t　be　able　to　keep　up　with　you；”　I　whispered。　
Edward　put　his　hand　under　my　chin　and　pulled　my　face　around　so　that　he　could　see　it　straight　on。　With　one　
finger；　he　tried　to　push　the　corner　of　my　mouth　up。　
“I’d　keep　pace　with　you；　Bella。”　
“That　wouldn’t　be　much　fun　for　you。”　
“Of　course　it　would；　if　we　were　together。”　
I　bit　my　lip　and　imagined　it　for　a　moment。　“Edward；　if　you　thought　I　was　going　too　fast　or　losing　control　of　
the　bike　or　something；　what　would　you　do？”　
He　hesitated；　obviously　trying　to　find　the　right　answer。　I　knew　the　truth：　he’d　find　some　way　to　save　me　
before　I　crashed。　
Then　he　smiled。　It　looked　effortless；　except　for　the　tiny　defensive　tightening　of　his　eyes。　
“This　is　something　you　do　with　Jacob。　I　see　that　now。”　
“It’s　just　that；　well；　I　don’t　slow　him　down　so　much；　you　know。　I　could　try；　I　guess。　。　。　。”　
I　eyed　the　silver　motorcycle　doubtfully。　
“Don’t　worry　about　it；”　Edward　said；　and　then　he　laughed　lightly。　“I　saw　Jasper　admiring　it。　Perhaps　it’s　
time　he　discovered　a　new　way　to　travel。　After　all；　Alice　has　her　Porsche　now。”　
“Edward；　I　—”　
He　interrupted　me　with　a　quick　kiss。　“I　said　not　to　worry。　But　would　you　do　something　for　me？”　
“Whatever　you　need；”　I　promised　quickly。　
He　dropped　my　face　and　leaned　over　the　far　side　of　the　big　motorcycle；　retrieving　something　he　had　
stashed　there。　
He　came　back　with　one　object　that　was　black　and　shapeless；　and　another　that　was　red　and　easily　
identifiable。　
“Please？”　he　asked；　flashing　the　crooked　smile　that　always　destroyed　my　resistance。　
I　took　the　red　helmet；　weighing　it　in　my　hands。　“I’ll　look　stupid。”　
“No；　you’ll　look　smart。　Smart　enough　not　to　get　yourself　hurt。”　He　threw　the　black　thing；　whatever　it　was；　
over　his　arm　and　then　took　my　face　in　his　hands。　“There　are　things　between　my　hands　right　now　that　I　can’t　
live　without。　You　could　take　care　of　them。”　
“Okay；　fine。　What’s　that　other　thing？”　I　asked　suspiciously。　
He　laughed　and　shook　out　some　kind　of　padded　jacket。　“It’s　a　riding　jacket。　I　hear　road　rash　is　quite　
unfortable；　not　that　I　would　know　myself。”　
He　held　it　out　for　me。　With　a　deep　sigh；　I　flipped　my　hair　back　and　stuffed　the　helmet　on　my　head。　Then　I　
shoved　my　arms　through　the　sleeves　of　the　jacket。　He　zipped　me　in；　a　smile　playing　around　the　corners　of　his　
lips；　and　took　a　step　back。　
I　felt　bulky。　
“Be　honest；　how　hideous　do　I　look？”　
He　took　another　step　back　and　pursed　his　lips。　
“That　bad；　huh？”　I　muttered。　
“No；　no；　Bella。　Actually　。　。　。”　he　seemed　to　be　struggling　for　the　right　word。　“You　look　。　。　。　sexy。”　
I　laughed　out　loud。　“Right。”　
“Very　sexy；　really。”　
“You　are　just　saying　that　so　that　I’ll　wear　it；”　I　said。　“But　that’s　okay。　You’re　right；　it’s　smarter。”　
He　wrapped　his　arms　around　me　and　pulled　me　against　his　chest。　“You’re　silly。　I　suppose　that’s　part　of　
your　charm。　Though；　I’ll　admit　it；　this　helmet　does　have　its　drawbacks。”　
And　then　he　pulled　the　helmet　off　so　that　he　could　kiss　me。　


As　Edward　drove　me　toward　La　Push　a　little　while　later；　I　realized　that　this　unprecedented　situation　felt　oddly　
familiar。　It　took　me　a　moment　of　thought　to　pinpoint　the　source　of　the　déjà　vu。　

　“You　know　what　this　reminds　me　of？”　I　asked。　“It’s　just　like　when　I　was　a　kid　and　Renée　would　pass　me　
off　to　Charlie　for　the　summer。　I　feel　like　a　sevenyearold。”　
　Edward　laughed。　
　I　didn’t　mention　it　out　loud；　but　the　biggest　difference　between　the　two　circumstances　was　that　Renée　and　
Charlie　had　been　on　better　terms。　
　About　halfway　to　La　Push；　we　rounded　the　corner　and　found　Jacob　leaning　against　the　side　of　the　red　
Volkswagen　he’d　built　for　himself　out　of　scraps。　Jacob’s　carefully　neutral　expression　dissolved　into　a　smile　
when　I　waved　from　the　front　seat。　
　Edward　parked　the　Volvo　thirty　yards　away。　
　“Call　me　whenever　you’re　ready　to　e　home；”　he　said。　“And　I’ll　be　here。”　
　“I　won’t　be　out　late；”　I　promised。　
　Edward　pulled　the　bike　and　my　new　gear　out　of　the　trunk　of　his　car　—　I’d　been　quite　impressed　that　it　had　
all　fit。　But　it　wasn’t　so　hard　to　manage　when　you　were　strong　enough　to　juggle　fullsized　vans；　let　alone　small　
motorcycles。　
　Jacob　watched；　making　no　move　to　approach；　his　smile　gone　and　his　dark　eyes　indecipherable。　
　I　tucked　the　helmet　under　my　arm　and　threw　the　jacket　across　the　seat。　
　“Do　you　have　it　all？”　Edward　asked。　
　“No　problem；”　I　assured　him。　
　He　sighed　and　leaned　toward　me。　I　turned　my　face　up　for　a　goodbye　peck；　but　Edward　took　me　by　
surprise；　fastening　his　arms　tightly　around　me　and　kissing　me　with　as　much　enthusiasm　as　he　had　in　the　garage　
—　before　long；　I　was　gasping　for　air。　
　Edward　laughed　quietly　at　something；　and　then　let　me　go。　
　“Goodbye；”　he　said。　“I　really　do　like　the　jacket。”　
　As　I　turned　away　from　him；　I　thought　I　saw　a　flash　of　something　in　his　eyes　that　I　wasn’t　supposed　to　see。　
I　couldn’t　tell　for　sure　what　it　was　exactly。　Worry；　maybe。　For　a　second　I　thought　it　was　panic。　But　I　was　
probably　just　making　something　out　of　nothing；　as　usual。　
　I　could　feel　his　eyes　on　my　back　as　I　pushed　my　bike　toward　the　invisible　vampirewerewolf　treaty　line　to　
meet　Jacob。　
　“What’s　all　that？”　Jacob　called　to　me；　his　voice　wary；　scrutinizing　the　motorcycle　with　an　enigmatic　
expression。　
　“I　thought　I　should　put　this　back　where　it　belongs；”　I　told　him。　
　He　pondered　that　for　one　short　second；　and　then　his　wide　smile　stretched　across　his　face。　
　I　knew　the　exact　point　that　I　was　in　werewolf　territory　because　Jacob　shoved　away　from　his　car　and　loped　
quickly　over　to　me；　closing　the　distance　in　three　long　strides。　He　took　the　bike　from　me；　balanced　it　on　the　
kickstand；　and　grabbed　me　up　in　another　vicetight　hug。　
　I　heard　the　Volvo’s　engine　growl；　and　I　struggled　to　get　free。　
　“Cut　it　out；　Jake！”　I　gasped　breathlessly。　
　He　laughed　and　set　me　down。　I　turned　to　wave　goodbye；　but　the　silver　car　was　already　disappearing　
around　the　curve　in　the　road。　
　“Nice；”　I　mented；　allowing　some　acid　to　leak　into　my　voice。　
　His　eyes　widened　in　false　innocence。　“What？”　
　“He’s　being　pretty　dang　pleasant　about　this；　you　don’t　need　to　push　your　luck。”　
　He　laughed　again；　louder　than　before　—　he　found　what　I’d　said　very　funny　indeed。　I　tried　to　see　the　joke　
as　he　walked　around　the　Rabbit　to　hold　my　door　open　for　me。　
　“Bella；”　he　finally　said　—　still　chuckling　—　as　he　shut　the　door　behind　me；　“you　can’t　push　what　you　don’t　
have。”　

11。　LEGENDS　


“ARE　YOU　GONNA　EAT　THAT　HOT　DOG？”　PAUL　ASKED　JAcob；　his　eyes　locked　on　the　last　remnant　of　the　huge　
meal　the　werewolves　had　consumed。　
Jacob　leaned　back　against　my　knees　and　toyed　with　the　hot　dog　he　had　spitted　on　a　straightened　wi