The Lemonade Stand has spent years bringing you the best the fandom has to offer, and we are very excited to have the chance to offer you MORE. We've watched stories grow and develop from first post through COMPLETE in The Nursery, and now we're sharing previews of the stories that will soon be your new addiction.
This month, the talented Edward's Eternal, author of the addictive stories The Bull Rider and Volunteer 13, shares a little detail on her upcoming story The Harvest Table with us.
Isabella Swan, an executive under a great deal of stress, has the sudden need to get out of the office. Driving aimlessly, she finds her way to a country market and meets the charismatic stock boy, Edward. But is there more to Edward than meets the eye? Can he help Bella figure out there is more to life than money and business?
He grinned, and realizing my answer came out more like question, I felt my face flush, and I turned to the pile of peppers I’d been looking at, blindly picking one up.
“Fresh this morning,” he offered as he starting arranging the garlic on a display beside me.
“Picked them myself.”
“Ah. They look lovely.”
“All organic. Everything we sell here is. All grown without pesticides or fertilizers.”
I placed a couple peppers in my basket and moved over to the cucumbers. I reached out for one when he spoke again.
“Your hand is shaking.”
I froze and looked down—he was right —my hand was trembling.
He moved closer. “Are you all right?”
“I should probably have some lunch.”
“Lunch? It’s past three. You haven’t eaten lunch yet?”
“Oh, um…I forgot.”
On cue, my stomach rumbled. Blushing again, I shook my head. “I didn’t have breakfast either.” I glanced at my watch. “I didn’t realize how late it was.”
“I can get you something.”
He stepped forward. “Come to the restaurant. I’ll get you something to eat.”
“Is it open?”
He shook his head. “Doesn’t matter.” He held out his hand. “Come with me.”
I hesitated then let him take my hand. His long fingers closed around my palm, and I felt an instant warmth at his touch. He reached over, taking my basket from me and pulling me gently up the aisle. “You can finish shopping after.”
I let him pull me through the double doors and lead me to a table in the corner. I looked around, feeling uneasy. “Are you sure you won’t get into trouble with your boss?”
A crooked grin curled up his full lips. “No, I’m good.”
“I don’t want to take you away from your work.”
“Honest, it’s good.” He pushed me into a chair. “Sit here. I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere, okay?”
Where was I going to go? I didn’t even know where I was.
“Okay.” He turned to go then came back, holding out his hand again. “I’m Edward, by the way.”
“Isabella Swan. Um…Bella.”
He squeezed my hand. “It’s a pleasure, Bella. Stay there. I’m going to feed you.”
My gaze followed his retreating form.
“I’m going to feed you.”
Why did those words sound like so much more?
And why did I like the sound of them so much?
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