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BAILEY WAS BEGINNING TO THINK that Bella's attachment to Jacob wasn't entirely harmless. There were things, in the way that Bella acted or spoke that drew some parallels to how she was with Edward. There was a new dependency forming. It wasn't as if her nightmares had gone away, but Bailey had noticed that on the days they didn't visit Jacob (those being few and far between now) Bella's nightmares would return with avengeance. This was only a theory though as Bailey couldn't be entirely certain about was what going on in Bella's mind. But if things continued the way that they were... it wasn't going to end well.
Jacob was waiting for them as they pulled up in the truck.
"Hey, girls," he called.
Bella smiled in relief. "Hey Jacob," she waved at Billy, who was looking out the window.
"Let's get to work," Jacob said in a low but eager voice.
Bella laughed. "You seriously aren't sick of us yet?" she wondered He must have been starting to ask himself how desperate she was for the company.
Jacob led the way around the house to his garage.
"Nope. Not yet."
"Please let me know when we start getting on your nerves," Bailey said candidly. She was aware of the effect she had on people sometimes but found it extremely difficult to attempt improvement if they never told her how they felt. People had a tendency to keep things themselves and expect her to adjust without any direction.
Jacob paused for a moment as he looked at her. Before he laughed, a throaty sound. "Sure, Bails. But I wouldn't hold your breath for that, though."
When they walked into the garage, Bailey rose a shocked eyebrow when she saw the red bike standing up, looking like a motorcycle rather than a pile of jagged metal.
"Jake, you're amazing," Bella breathed.
He laughed again. "I get obsessive when I have a project." He shrugged. "If I had any brains I'd drag it out a little bit."
"Why?"
He looked down, pausing for so long Bella wondered if he hadn't heard her questions. finally, he asked her, "Bella, if I told you that I couldn't fix these bikes, what would you say?"
She didn't answer right away, either, and he glanced up to check her expression.
"I would say... that's too bad, but I'll bet we could figure out something else to do. If we got really desperate, we could even do homework."
"You don't do homework out of desperation, you do it because it's fun," Bailey exclaimed.
"I think you might be one of the only people in the world who associates homework with fun, Bails," Jacob smiled and his shoulder relaxed. He sat down next to the bike and picked up a wrench turning to Bella. "So you think you'll both still come over when I'm done, then?"
