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Jay, eyes still closed, rolled over and pawed around on his night stand until he found his ringing cell phone. He grabbed it, flipped it open, and said, "Hello?" sleepily.

"Bastard!"

Jay opened one eye, staring at the red, digital numbers on his alarm clock. "It's three in the morning. You'll have to be more specific."

"Here's specific for you, Hogart!" she yelled. "You are a bastard!"

Jay rubbed his forehead. "Nelson."

"Don't you have anything to say to me?" she asked.

Jay sighed. "Sorry if I'm a little slow on the uptake, Nelson, but did I mention that it's THREE IN THE MORNING?"

"I wouldn't know what time it is. I've been sitting here like an idiot, waiting for you! Why didn't you come?" Emma asked, feeling like her voice was getting too whiny and trying to deepen it. The last thing she wanted was for Jay to think that she needed him or something!

Jay pursed his lips. "Who said I didn't?" he asked, smirking to himself. Mental note to self: Buy Manny Santos something nice because this plan is working like a charm!

"You're crude!" Emma scolded. "You said that you were coming over to my place tonight. What happened?"

"I got a little caught up," he lied, holding back a chuckle.

"Caught up? With that Meghan girl?"

Jay smiled wide, satisfied with how this plan was unfolding. He could tell by the tone of her voice that Emma was furious. "She is my girlfriend, and you're, well, you're..."

"Nothing?" Emma offered, her anger turning to hurt. "I'm nothing?"

"Not nothing, Nelson. You're a part of my past. A really good part. This is how you wanted it, remember?" he taunted.

Emma shook her head. She hung up, shutting her cell phone, and throwing it across the room. Dammit! Why was he doing this? One minute he was professing his undying love for her and the next minute he was ditching her for someone else. This wasn't how it was supposed to be.

Emma got out of her bed, changing from the sexy negligee she was wearing, into an old pair of flannel pajamas. So much for a night of unadulterated fun! She sighed, staring at herself in the mirror. She moved until she was directly in front of the huge mirror, staring intently at her reflection. Was that a wrinkle? Was she getting crow's feet? She leaned in closer, stretching the corner of her eye.

Shaking her head, Emma walked out of her bedroom and into the kitchen, deciding that she needed some comfort food. She grabbed a tub of double chocolate fudge ice cream and a large wooden spoon. Taking her treats in her hands, she stomped into the living room, plopping down on her sofa. She turned on the television, flipping aimlessly through the channels.

"I found myself, alone, forty pounds overweight, sitting on my couch in a ratty bathrobe. I knew it was time for me to do something. And that's when I saw an infomercial for the Do-It-Yourself Diet. That was over thirty pounds ago and I'm still losing weight..."

Emma shook her head, abandoning her late night treat and flipping to another channel.

"But I love you, Roger!"

"But I love Sarah, Peggy. I'm sorry, but I just don't love you anymore."

"Why, Roger? Why?"

Emma grit her teeth. "Because Roger's an ass, Peggy! And Sarah's probably a slut!" Emma muttered to the awful movie on her television. "You can do better."

Emma finally decided that there was nothing on television worth watching. She shut it off, grabbed the ice cream, and put it back, untouched, in the freezer. She moped her way back to her bedroom, crawling under the covers. She pulled her heavy comforter over her head.

FLASHBACK

"We could...you know...be there...for each other...when we...need something," Jay suggested.

Emma raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"Last night. It was good," Jay admitted.

Emma smiled shyly. She still found it hard to believe, even lying here, in her bed, having a conversation with Jay, clad only in sheets, what they'd done. She nodded her head, but wasn't sure how to respond. She blushed profusely.

"So why shouldn't we do it again?"

"Jay!" she scolded, pulling the sheet higher over her breasts. "You shouldn't talk like that."

Jay rolled onto his side, running a finger along Emma's bare arm. He smirked as she shivered, knowing by her immediate colouring that she was easily becoming aroused.

"You want to go out on a date?" she asked shyly.

Jay swallowed. "I don't date. I was thinking something more...casual."

END OF FLASHBACK

Emma pulled the covers back from her face, taking a huge gulp of fresh, carbon dioxide-free air. She flung her arms down at her sides. I should never have agreed to casual in the first place! I should have demanded a relationship! What am I saying? I don't want that! At least, not from Jay!

Emma spent the next few hours debating just what she wanted with herself. Her alarm clock rang and she sighed, realizing that she hadn't slept at all! This whole thing with Jay was making her crazy. Then I guess we'll just have to do something about it, won't we? But what?

As Emma took an extra long shower that morning, she searched her mind for the truth of all of this. What was she feeling? Why did she care if Jay was no longer around for her? She had pushed him out of her life for a reason. So now it was time to get back to her original plan. She had to find Mr. Right, and fast, before she let her loneliness make a wrong decision about who she should be with.

Who is Emma's Mr. Right? Keep reading to find out...