"Twilight - 03 - Eclipse" - читать интересную книгу автора (Meyer Stephanie)

Charlie shoved his chair away from the table and stretched as he got to his feet. He took his plate to the sink, but before he turned the water on to rinse it, he paused to toss a thick envelope at me. The letter skidded across the table andthunk ed into my elbow.

УEr, thanks,Ф I muttered, puzzled by his pushiness. Then I saw the return address Ч the letter was from the University of Alaska Southeast. УThat was quick. I guess I missed the deadline on that one, too.Ф

Charlie chuckled.

I flipped the envelope over and then glared up at him. УItТs open.Ф

УI was curious.Ф

УIТm shocked, Sheriff. ThatТs a federal crime.Ф

УOh, just read it.Ф

I pulled out the letter, and a folded schedule of courses.

УCongratulations,Ф he said before I could read anything. УYour first acceptance.Ф

УThanks, Dad.Ф

УWe should talk about tuition. IТve got some money saved up ЧФ

УHey, hey, none of that. IТm not touching your retirement, Dad. IТve got my college fund.Ф What was left of it Ч and there hadnТt been much to begin with.

Charlie frowned. УSome of these places are pretty pricey, Bells. I want to help. You donТt have to go to all the way to Alaska just because itТs cheaper.Ф

It wasnТt cheaper, not at all. But itwas far away, and Juneau had an average of three hundred twenty-one overcast days per year. The first was my prerequisite, the second was EdwardТs.

УIТve got it covered. Besides, thereТs lots of financial aid out there. ItТs easy to get loans.Ф I hoped my bluff wasnТt too obvious. I hadnТt actually done a lot of research on the subject.

УSo . . . ,Ф Charlie began, and then he pursed his lips and looked away.

УSo what?Ф

УNothing. I was just . . .Ф He frowned. УJust wondering what . . . EdwardТs plans are for next year?Ф

УOh.Ф

УWell?Ф

Three quick raps on the door saved me. Charlie rolled his eyes and I jumped up.

УComing!Ф I called while Charlie mumbled something that sounded like, УGo away.Ф I ignored him and went to let Edward in.

I wrenched the door out of my way Ч ridiculously eager Ч and there he was, my personal miracle.

Time had not made me immune to the perfection of his face, and I was sure that I would never take any aspect of him for granted. My eyes traced over his pale white features: the hard square of his jaw, the softer curve of his full lips Ч twisted up into a smile now, the straight line of his nose, the sharp angle of his cheekbones, the smooth marble span of his forehead Ч partially obscured by a tangle of rain-darkened bronze hair. . . .

I saved his eyes for last, knowing that when I looked into them I was likely to lose my train of thought. They were wide, warm with liquid gold, and framed by a thick fringe of black lashes. Staring into his eyes always made me feel extraordinary Ч sort of like my bones were turning spongy. I was also a little lightheaded, but that could have been because IТd forgotten to keep breathing. Again.