"Is this supposed to be my life now?" she asked angrily, rolling up onto her knees on the bed. "I don't have choices any more? You just make them for me… and what? I'm just expected to play along and be happy?"

Jay looked down at her, unreadable eyes taking in her curves as she raged at him from the bed. "We had this conversation," he said in a quiet but firm voice.

"I wasn't done talking," she shot back, sliding off the other side of the bed so she wouldn't feel so ...