"You won't be any good to your clients without sleep," Emma chided. "--or if you're crabby from a crick in your neck from falling asleep at your desk."

"I'm mandating a rule, Mr. Priest. Three hours of sleep a night in a real bed, at least three nights a week. Don't be me."

Though at least these days Emma usually fell asleep on the settee in their library, not at her office.