Free The Monte Carlo Affair: Across A Crowded Room (IATO Series Book 2) by Eliza March, Elizabeth Marchat Page A

was no doubt, as soon as Mosel was well enough to stand, he was going to definitely kill him.
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    The hospital sounds confirmed her location. Jason’s accusing eyes still haunted her. She didn’t care what he thought. Nothing happened. Well, almost nothing happened. And what if it had? He’d already thrown her away once. Thank goodness the yacht blew up when it did. His anger stabbed into her as if she could read his mind. She was too tired to argue with him over this tonight, and her head hurt like the dickens. She closed her eyes and let the blackness take over.
    Emily woke up in time to see Jason present his charming, yes I’m as fantastic as I look smile to a very young attractive nurse, right before he looked up and met Emily's eyes watching his performance. The sneer he flashed at her was instantly there and gone. He’d concealed his true feelings so fast no one else would have noticed. But she caught it.
    “Hey, there you are, fine, just as they said.” Jason smiled broadly at her. “I’m relieved to see you’re doing well.”
    “How’s Mosel?” Emily couldn’t resist aggravating him. “He looked so pale when I last saw him.”
    He bent in to kiss her cheek. “Maybe that’s because his ass was naked,” he growled under his breath. Jason’s brow furrowed and his lip curled just a little when he stepped back and answered civilly, “I just came from him. You’ll be delighted to know he’s doing fine. Just a bump on the head, a few scratches. Nothing a few days here won’t fix.”
    “That’s good,” she commented and put her hand to her own head. “I guess we’ll both have a headache for a day or two. Do they know what caused the explosion?”
    “No.” He shook his head. “The authorities are going to need some answers tomorrow.” He dropped his voice so only she could hear the rest, “And so will I.”
    “I don’t know what I can tell them or you.” She decided that would be all she would say to his whispered challenge. “It looked like a rocket from the fireworks display came right at the boat and exploded.”
    His voice dropped to a quiet whisper again as he bent to her ear. “We all know that yacht wasn’t blown up with a bottle rocket.” He kissed her forehead and walked out as the nurse came in.
    “You can go home in a couple of hours. Monsieur DesJardin has made the arrangements. Someone will stay with you overnight.” The woman had the nerve to sound a little disappointed.
    Emily guessed the man couldn’t help himself. Jason was a chick magnet, always had been.
    He’d acted jealous. Ha! She could only hope. Her lips curved, remembering his earlier expression, and something that felt a lot like satisfaction, maybe even revenge, spread through her.
    How does it feel? Her smile broadened. She wanted to throw his jealousy back in his face. After all these years, despite her aching head and body, it was satisfying being on the other end of jealousy.
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    Two days later, while Emily dressed, Jason asked, “Do you feel well enough to go in to work today?”
    Since the first night after the incident, he’d been staying to keep an eye on her. She wasn’t sure what excuse he was using for yesterday and today. The doctor said to watch her for twenty-four hours. She had a mild concussion, but it just felt like a bad headache.
    “Sure, I have a few things I have to do anyway before I leave town.”
    “Good. Here, take your antibiotic. The cut on your head still looks inflamed.”
    He handed her the prescription bottle, opening for her. She took the pills he handed her, looking around for her glass of water.
    “What’s the rush with the chip? You can’t make the exchange until the night of the Charity Ball.”
    “I’d like you to do the forgery at the complex while Mosel’s still laid up. He’s scheduled to get released tomorrow. Take those,” he said, referring to the pills.
    “Water?” she said.
    “Oh, sorry, I’ll get it.” He went to the sink and filled