"What else am I supposed to do?" Emma managed finally to look up and meet Jean's eyes. She could handle the truth from Jean, even if it was ugly and unwelcome. Emma knew she was flawed and that her family hadn't reared her to have the most healthy outlook on life. "I don't know what else to..." she stopped suddenly. "It shouldn't even matter. Yes, he's handsome and the sex is good, but it shouldn't matter." She exhaled. "It's the damn dreams," she admitted reluctantly. "And I think he's had them, too."