agreed. “Do you want to carry her, and the valet can have the car out front for you? I’ll only be a minute. Are you going to be all right, Emily?”
She didn’t look up at Mosel, didn’t have to fake being upset. She was, but not over Kate. Her thoughts were still on the two people in the hotel suite upstairs. She nodded, choking back more tears. “Please, please hurry.”
As Jorge carried Kate to the car, Emily knew not to look back. Her tension was real, although not for the obvious reasons. During the ride, she kept her attention on Kate, afraid her nerves were finally going to give her away. Mosel was up front with the driver, giving directions to bypass traffic. At the hospital entrance, he helped Jorge with Kate, and then returned for her.
Kate was rushed into an emergency room as soon as Jorge asked for Dr. Rincon. Everything went exactly as planned. There had been no need for concern, after all. But Emily couldn’t help thinking about how far Jason would have to go to convince Jacqueline he was still the same old womanizer. Emily knew what he’d have to do to maintain his cover.
I hope I can pull this off , she worried to herself.
When Dr. Rincon appeared with the prearranged news that Kate would have to get back to the States, Emily acted confused. Dr. Rincon took the initiative and made all the arrangements, glancing to Mosel, including him in her suggestions. She recommended that Emily accompany her sister if possible.
“My job?” Emily stuttered, questioning Mosel.
“Emily, don’t worry. I’ll make whatever arrangements must be made at work. You just take care of your sister.”
Her task to reclaim his interest seemed to be working. Only he'd have to be interested enough to follow her back to Washington. Once he was there, the terrorist contacts would try to meet with him, and Jason would track him to their location.
Emily looked to Mosel questioningly. He didn’t wait for her to ask again. “Don’t worry. You must go with your sister.”
She pressed herself against him and hugged him. “Oh, Mosel, thank you. Thank you for everything. I’ll call when we know something, okay?” Emily’s relief was genuine.
He held her lightly, tentatively, as he waved off her gratitude. “It is nothing. I will check on you all personally at the end of the week. I have a visit scheduled to some friends in Washington. I will see you then, no? Maybe we can make new memories.”
With his last remark, she leaned against him and hugged him to her. “Yes, maybe we can. You’ve been so wonderful. I don’t know what we would do without you.”
He brightened, even more interested than ever. He bent over and brushed a kiss to her cheek, intimately placed where her jaw met her ear and neck. He smelled good, and having a man’s arms around her felt good, especially when all she could see through a green haze of jealousy was Jason with the blonde boa constrictor.
“Thank you so, so very much.” Emily hugged Mosel close again, this time turning her face up to his for the kiss that she needed.
“I will see you soon.” His lips touched hers, and she opened up with a passion she didn’t feel. Instead, she remembered Jason’s hot kiss and poured herself into this one.
When Mosel hardened against her, she knew their plan had worked. “Of course, soon. That will be even better. Hopefully, we’ll be back in Washington by then.”
She waved good-bye to Mosel from the front seat as Kate and Jorge were packed into the back of the small waiting ambulance. The heliport was only a short distance away. Within the hour they would be boarding the private jet from Nice and on their way back to Boston. Emily blocked her thoughts about Jason. She wasn’t going to breathe with relief until he was back with her in Eatons Landing, and they put this all behind them. If she could.
Chapter Three
At first, Emily was confused by the medicinal smell that seemed to engulf her. Where was she, and why did