"The stock market is a living, dynamic creature driven by an innumerable number of variables," Emma objected, giving him a pout. "It's not a serial killer."

Well, maybe vaguely similar, but that was beside the point.

"Besides, this is vacation. No more work for you, Mr. Priest. I didn't bring my economics magazines, so put aside the serious reading," she coaxed. "Whatever it is that's been chewing at you isn't going to go away just by drowning yourself in unnecessary research."

Which was Emma's way of saying, yes, she knew he was hiding things, and no, she hadn't gone peeking.