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chest, or envisioning her hand.... She stopped her rampant thoughts. They were upstairs in the hotel suite doing what Jason had to do to prove he was what he’d always been.
    A frown crossed Mosel’s face. He lifted a brow, but he didn’t seem surprised. Instead, he reacted sympathetically, and she’d be damned if he didn’t seem to mean it. “I am sorry he hurt you. You know, I suspected this might happen when I saw you together.” He patted her shoulder. “I didn’t feel comfortable letting you leave with him last night, but what was I to do? Wouldn’t I just have appeared jealous?”
    She kept her gaze lowered and nodded. He lifted her chin gently and looked into her eyes. “DesJardin’s reputation is quite infamous.”
    If she weren’t so upset, Emily might have laughed at the irony. Both of these players were warning her off the other. She shook her head. “No, there’s nothing you could have done. It was chemistry, and I was a fool.”
    She paused. “I don’t know what got into me. I’m usually so grounded. This behavior is so out of character. The palace, the atmosphere, and he appeared to be Prince Charming.” As she thought about what Jason was doing, she had no problem bursting into tears.
    Kate and Jorge sat quietly, absorbed in the drama. The theatrics seemed real enough that Kate looked suspicious. She acted too sympathetic and furious not to see something else was going on besides what had been their original strategy.
    Emily got up and excused herself, claiming a need to get herself under control. This was Kate’s cue to follow her. She stood to go with her, mouthing over her shoulder to the men that she’d watch over her.
    But then Kate leaned on the table as Jorge looked on, concern written all over his face. She kept to the script. “I–I’m really not feeling well myself.” She expressed her regrets to the men as she stumbled away from the table, following Emily into the ladies’ room.
    The plan was moving along well. Now all Jorge had to do was wait until the women were out of range and confide to Mosel that Kate had been in poor health lately.
    Shortly after Kate arrived in the bathroom lounge, she collapsed on an elaborately carved wooden chaise upholstered in gold-threaded brocade. “He really hurt you, didn't he?”
    “I did it to myself, again.” After waiting several heartbeats, Emily took a deep breath. “I can’t think about that now. If you want to help me, focus on the plan. I don’t want to fall apart.”
    She pinched Kate’s cheeks until she looked feverish. “Here it goes. Wish us luck.”
    Emily ran back to the table, hysterically breathless. “Come quickly!” she yelled. “Something is wrong with Kate!”
    “Kate didn’t want you to know that she hasn’t been well lately.” Following behind Emily, Jorge reconfirmed his story loudly enough for Mosel to hear. “She keeps having these dizzy spells and becomes extremely feverish. I wanted her to see someone before we came, but she said she’s being treated and it’s not serious. I did make her check in with a physician here when we arrived. I’ll call ahead.” He stopped at the bank of phones outside the restrooms and placed a quick call.
    Before Mosel stepped through the door to the lounge area, he heard Jorge identify himself, ask for Dr. Rincon and give a brief explanation of the situation. He listened as Jorge received directions.
    Mosel watched Emily use the elaborately embroidered hotel hand towels from the pink marble counter, turning the cold-water tap to full and quickly wetting them. Without a word, she handed the cold wet cloths to Jorge, who had already loosened Kate’s blouse so he could begin wiping down her face and chest.
    “Where is the doctor, Jorge?” Mosel asked.
    “She’s at Princess Grace Hospital. Can we arrange for a car to take Kate there immediately? This is apparently more serious than she wanted to let on.”
    “Of course, I’ll have mine brought around.” Mosel