Almost the exact moment he thought it, a smug smile began to grow on Bella's face. "I am sorry the only outlet for her troubled mind was in clumsy foreplay with an inadequate partner."

He threw the rest of her sandwich at the swinging door as she passed through it.

When I opened my eyes to find myself in an empty bed, my fuzzy brain snapped to alert. Okay, it snapped to panic.

You made it all up. It was a dream.

There was no way the day before hadn't been real. No way I hadn't spent the last few hours sleeping comfortably in Nathan's arms.

I'd tossed back the blankets and was about to swing my legs over the side of the bed to begin a frantic search for him when he stepped out of the bathroom, a toothbrush in his mouth and a towel wrapped around his waist. He paused in his brushing long enough to give me a look implying I had lost my mind, then retreated to the bathroom again.

Flopping back on the pillows, I smiled. The curtains were open, the sky had faded to twilight and Nathan had turned on the bedside lamp. The soft, golden light shone through my eyelids when I closed them, and it felt almost like turning my face to the sun. I wondered if I'd ever woken up so happy.

The faucet turned on, as briefly as possible because, as I'd heard many, many times, water conservation is everyone's responsibility. I slipped out of bed and padded across the thick carpet to the bathroom. Nathan leaned over the sink, spitting toothpaste into the basin.

It's demented that you find that sexy, I told myself. I yawned and leaned against the door frame. "You know why vampires have to brush their teeth?"

He raised an eyebrow as he wiped his mouth with a hand towel.

"So they don't get bat breath."

Drying his hands, he considered me silently for moment. "I'm rescinding my offer of letting you come home."

I slapped his shoulder. "Listen, don't be too hard on Max today, okay?"

Nathan looked as crestfallen as a child who's had his favorite toy taken away. "Why not?"

"Because I have a feeling he's going to feel pretty foolish about all this. You know, when he finds out." I shuffled my feet on the carpet.

"Why, because you feel foolish?" He shook his head. "Don't you have any faith in me? Any trust?"

I raised an eyebrow in answer.

He rolled his eyes. "Fine. I won't give him a hard time. You women are so picky about these things. And by you women, I mean you and Max."

"Get out," I ordered. "I'm going to take a nice, long, water-wasting shower."

With a grin, he asked, "Will you require assistance with that?"

"You've already taken a shower," I pointed out, gesturing to the towel.

"I'm dirty enough to take two." He winked.