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to find another sensitive place and get her going all over again. Em wanted the night to go on forever. She loved the man and loved every orgasm he gave her. Eventually, she fell asleep, fully sated, against Lukas’s chest, dreaming of their wedding day and the house full of kids they were going to have.
    The relationship wasn’t always a bed of roses, though. Emmalyn was exacting and had a tendency to be somewhat intolerant of faults in others. She expected perfection in herself and pushed hard to succeed in her career. Lukas was the exact opposite. While he worked hard for what he wanted, he was happy where he was and preferred to run his life as the situations occurred. He had very little patience for Em’s planning and tended to break plans with no notice. Lukas’s seat-of-the-pants attitude drove Em crazy. The majority of their fights were because Lukas broke his word to Em, not showing when he said he would but mostly breaking or changing plans at the last minute.
    There were times when Em felt that if Lukas really loved her as he said he did, he’d be able to keep his word. Lukas, on the other hand, felt that Em put too many restrictions on him with her incessant planning and wished she would relax and enjoy life more. What he couldn’t see was that with each broken promise and each missed date, he was pushing her further and further away.
    Their worst and final fight came the night Lukas missed Em’s promotion party. His father needed help moving furniture, and he’d stopped there first to give his old man a hand. He and his father ended up talking so long that by the time he made his way to the restaurant where the party was held, Em was gone. Isabel had told him that Emmalyn had left the restaurant more than an hour before, crying. Lukas felt terrible, but he really didn’t think the situation was that big a deal. His pops needed him. Surely, that took precedent over some work party, right? By that point, he was no longer so sure.
    He walked slowly into the apartment carrying the flowers and present he’d bought for her. As he crossed the threshold, he stumbled, tripping over something large in the darkness of the foyer. He flipped on the light to find a pair of large suitcases. He didn’t recognize them, but he didn’t think that was a good sign. He dropped his head to his chest and took a deep breath, steeling himself before walking into the fight he knew was waiting for him. He found Emmalyn sitting at the dining room table eating an entire round cake with a glass of wine. She wasn’t crying, and she didn’t look upset. Perhaps fortune was smiling on him—except for the suitcases in the hall. This was Em’s apartment, so obviously she wasn’t leaving.
    She finally spoke, her voice calm and clear and devoid of any emotion, bringing Lukas out of his musing. “Those are your bags in the hallway. I took the liberty of stopping on the way home and picking up the bags since you didn’t have any here and you sure as hell aren’t taking any of mine. Now, get out.” She lifted the wine glass and took a long drink.
    “Em, wait a minute. Let’s talk about this,” Lukas said desperately. This wasn’t like any other fight they’d had, and he’d grossly misjudged the situation.
    Em rose from her seat and glared at Lukas. The look in her eyes scared him. He’d never seen her, or anyone for that matter, that angry. The look was so intense he didn’t notice that she had picked up the plate with the cake, didn’t notice the movement, in fact, until she had thrown the plate at his head. He tried to duck, but the plate caught him on his ear and broke. Cake and blood went everywhere.
    “I have absolutely nothing to say to you. Get out, now! ” she bellowed.
    “Em, I was with Pop. He needed me,” Lukas tried to explain.
    “I. Needed. You!” Em took a couple of deep breaths and calmed her voice. Calming the storm in her heart, however, could take much, much longer. “What did he need that was so