Tense? At this point, tense was an understatement. Emma felt like all this energy surrounding them was an explosion waiting to happen. It was just a matter of who snapped first. And she was really getting close to it. That just wouldn't do. Because when she snapped, she had no control over what she'd say. God only knew what would come out of her mouth. She only knew that it wouldn't be in her own best interests. It never was, in situations like these. Oh the downside of having a horrible temper.
"How am I supposed to trust you when you obviously don't trust me, Richard?" She took a deep breath and sighed, putting a hand over her mouth in attempt to calm herself down even slightly. What made this even more irrational? She was mad at him for doing the same thing she was doing. She didn't know that was the case, but even so. She was keeping things from him, just as he was keeping things from her. "You know I can't let this go Richard. It'll drive me crazy and I'll have two weeks to sit on it in New York only to explode at you again when I get back. Why not just avoid the trouble and tell the truth?"