The days passed slowly, the nights increasing Emma's restlessness. Was it really that slow? Emma didn't think it was. It only seemed that way because she missed Daniel. And the fact that she missed him so much scared the crap out of her. She was actually looking forward to his return. So much for all her 'I don't care about you speech'.

She missed him. Not that she was ready to admit that to him. Hell...she was having a hard time admitting it to herself.

It was Tom's birthday. And even if he said he didn't really celebrate his birthday, Emma had baked a two layer chocolate cake with strawberry...