'I phoned Josefina and asked her to put dinner back an hour because I knew I was running late,' he told her, pausing directly in front of her to gaze down at her with shrewd dark golden eyes. 'How have you been?'

'Good, really good. Edward...I sent you a text from the hospital but I don't think you got it,' Bella said uncomfortably. 'I owe you an apology for some of the stuff I threw at you.'