“Isabella.”
I sat up in shock, fisting my hand in Edward’s shirt as I held the phone closer to my ear.
“Carlisle,” I said softly, trying not to let my nerves shine through.
“What have I told you about calling me at home?”
I gritted my teeth and fought the urge to get snarky with him. “We didn’t hear back from you, and I didn’t know what else to do.”
“Yes, well, something else popped up that was more important, so…”
I clenched my eyes shut and exhaled a long breath through my nose. Okay, I deserved that.
“Is he there with you?” Carlisle asked, though we both knew he was aware of the answer.
“Yes, he is,” I told him. “But Juliet isn’t.”
Carlisle sighed. “What do you want to talk about, Isabella?”
“You’re calling me Isabella now?”
He just hummed noncommittally, which hurt more than I cared to admit. Edward looked up at me worriedly, so I tried to smile reassuringly, but when his expression didn’t change, I knew it hadn’t worked.
“Anyway, uh…” God, this was hard. “I need a favor from you.”
“A favor?”
Here goes nothing.
“I’m… I’m breaking out with Romeo and Juliet on Thanksgiving. And I can’t do it without your help.”
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