** spoiler alert ** If Emma was in the room with me I'd throw her out the window. "The big fight" was so, so, so, so stupid, stupid, stupid. I can't believe Nora Roberts wrote such twaddle. And it wasn't even just Emma. Her friends were just as bad.

So a man has a horrible, stressful day. Comes home to his own house, with a splitting headache, with his own expectations and runs smack into her--in his house, uninvited, with HER EXPECTATIONS.......and of course, it's all his fault. And her friends, who are supposedly his friends as well, wrap the blubbering idiot in the bosom of there affections, and leave Jack out in the cold without even being able to get a word said. He was willing to admit that he had blown it (even though I think that she should be the one saying those words) and they won't even listen to ONE WORD. Friends like that.....who needs them.

I've been listening to this on a digital download---mindless stuff to listen to while working in the kitchen. And I want to throw my computer out the window. And I'm down to the last 10 minutes. And I don't even know if I can listen to them.

She's finally deigned to forgive him for all his sins against her, and he's going to do the big grovel. And I'm going to puke. I wish someone could tell me if somewhere in the last ten minutes she actually has a brain transplant or learns how to allow for him what she expects for herself. I just don't want to listen to this last ten minutes if somehow she isn't going to redeem herself.

If it was a book, I'd have skipped to the very last page a long time ago, just to read the "happily ever after".