Bella took a quick shower, changing into a navy bikini and covering it with a pair of jean shorts and a navy floral tank top. She braided her hair, draping it over her shoulder. In the kitchen, she pulled out a few salmon filets. She placed them in a baking dish, dressing the fish and putting that back into the refrigerator to marinate. Puttering around the kitchen, she got the ingredients for mushroom risotto, sauteed spinach and a fresh salad. She was placing a bottle of white wine into the refrigerator when there was a quiet knock on the door.
Padding to the front door, she opened it. Edward was standing on the steps, holding a gorgeous fall bouquet of orange, teal, and coral flowers. He also had a bag from the deli they’d gone to prior to their afternoon before everything imploded. “For you, beautiful Bella,” he said, holding out the flowers. “They’re not roses.”
“They’re exquisite,” she whispered, inhaling deeply. “Thank you, Edward.”
“I didn’t want to come to your place empty handed,” he shrugged, shooting her a crooked grin. “I also picked up the brownie bites, remembering that you really liked them.”
“When you have a cheat day, you go all out,” she teased, opening the door further to let him inside.
“It’s rare that I give myself the opportunity. Your dad said I need to gain more weight,” Edward said, following her to the kitchen. “How’s your calf?”
“Still tight. I used my detachable shower head to pulse some hot water on it. That felt good, but the hot tub will be undoubtedly better," she said. "Do you want some wine?"
"I'm taking tomorrow off. So, yes,” he replied, sitting down at the counter on one of the stools. “I’m only going to go for a run in the afternoon. No strength training or sparring.”
“Slacking off while my dad’s out of town?” Bella chided, pouring him a healthy glass of wine.
“Per his instructions, whenever I train in the ring, I take the following day off,” Edward answered. Bella shot him a look of confusion. “I sparred with Wilson and your dad in the morning. I beat both of them handily.”
“Wait, when you came to run with me … you were done for the day?” Bella asked.
“No, I had to cool down and I usually either run on the treadmill or do some yoga,” he shrugged. “Yoga I do at home, but I saw you running on the treadmill. I wanted to join you. You’re quite … focused when you’re running.”
“You do yoga?” she questioned. “I’m impressed.”
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