I set my glass down and rubbed my forehead with my hand. “You do know that the entire reservation could go up in flames, right? They don’t have their own fire department and have to rely on the one here in Forks.”
“Boo, there goes my plans to show double-oh-seven what a man in a tux is supposed to look like. I would have been fuckhot, too,” James said with a pout.
“Yes, you would have.” I patted his arm, hoping to placate him.
James picked up his bottle and went to the back room.
“How in the hell…?” Edward started to say.
“James is always trying to plan out Embry’s murder,” I said with a wave of my hand. “Last time, it was some kind of fucked up BDSM scenario without the sex.”
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