Emma was a workaholic in her own right, too. However it wasn't exactly easy to ignore the idea of love when your work typically involved love. Every night for weeks, playing out a happy ending instead of having one for herself? Yeah. Not ideal. But it did provide a distraction and that was always appreciated. And the kids helped a lot as well. Spending time with Stacey and Devon made everything seem okay, even if it was just for a little while. It was much easier to pretend you were happy when you were doing it for the benefit of a six year old girl who seemed convinced that you were a Disney princess.
But she wasn't happy. And now? She was insanely worried. The nervous energy surrounding both of them made her more terrified by the second that he'd seen through her. That he knew and was freaked out by it. She couldn't bear that idea. She couldn't. She'd almost rather it simply be that he'd found someone and didn't know to tell her. Or...anything. Anything would be better than him finding out how she felt.
"You're a regular Tyra Banks, or something." She shrugged awkwardly, gauging his reaction. And honestly? She couldn't pretend she wasn't a little disappointed when he lied to her. "Richard. I know you. And I know when you're hiding something." She paused and attempted to relax into the cushions but she was anything but relaxed. "Come on, just tell me."