I stopped dead on the porch. There, behind my truck, was a monster Jeep.Its tires were higher than my waist.There were metal guards over the headlights and tail-lights, and four large spotlights attached to the crash bar.The hardtop was shiny red.Charlie let out a low whistle.Wear your seat belts, he choked out.Edward followed me around to my side and opened the door.I gauged the distance to the seat and prepared to jump for it.He sighed, and then lifted me in with one hand. I hoped Charlie didn't notice.As he went around to the driver's side, at a normal, human pace, I tried to put on my seat belt.But there were too many buckles.What's all this? I asked when he opened the door.It's an off-roading harness.Uh-oh.I tried to find the right places for all the buckles to fit, but it wasn't going too quickly.He sighed again and reached over to help me. I was glad that the rain was too heavy to see Charlie clearly on the porch.That meant he couldn't see how Edward's hands lingered at my neck, brushed along my collarbones.I gave up trying to help him and focused on not hyperventilating.Edward turned the key and the engine roared to life. We pulled away from the house.This is a… um… big Jeep you have.It's Emmett's. I didn't think you'd want to run the whole way.
