"Yes, not so much your name as 'a blond man that isn't Edward'," Bryn paid closer attention to the meat she was dragging off the chicken, unsure what his reaction would be, "I called you my best friend. That I might smile at you a little like I Edward, but that's because I do love you. And," she sighed softly, "that's not likely to ever change."
She chanced a glance up at him. The way he was, how he'd done so much for her already, and now he'd given her back her humanity... there was no way she could pack away her feelings for him. "I also told him you were the second. And that you have a girl that you were rather infatuated with. So you were not someone he would have to worry about." And by the gods she hoped she was right. "I told him that I love him, and Edward." She knew she had the same stupid little grin on her face when she'd told Jacob.