Page 33 of Isabelle & Jason
Isabelle fought her already heightened emotions. She hated it when this happened, but they did have a protocol for this exact reason. “Yeah, you’re right. I’ll take care of it.”
Marcus patted her on the shoulder. But when he didn’t leave right away, she could do nothing but stare at him expectantly.
“What?” she demanded.
“You sure you’re okay?”
Isabelle threw her hands up in exasperation and stormed off. Jason had definitely said something. And if Marcus knew, it was only a matter of time before everyone else in their family knew as well. Soon, Sophia and Camilla would be banging down her door to talk. Mateo and Roman would be insisting on getting a name and address for the guy who had thought he had the right to drug her. Everything would turn into one giant mess.
And it was all Jason’s fault.
Her blood simmered. Her eyes narrowed just before she reminded herself to ease the tension in her facial muscles. “Yeah. I’m good.”
Still, Marcus didn’t look convinced. But at least he didn’t push the issue. He nodded, tapping his fingers on his thighs. “If you ever need anything, you know you can tell me, right?”
“Yeah, I know,” she insisted.
“Okay.” He nodded sharply as if he needed to convince himself to go.
Jason definitely said something.
The second he was out of sight, Isabelle’s eyes darted around the immediate area. She didn’t know why she expected to see Jason lurking in the shadows somewhere, but when her search turned up nothing, she hated that she found herself even more irritated.
Hands balled into fists, she stalked toward the kitchens. He was probably prepping for the next meal. Isabelle should have realized that it would look funny for her to march into the kitchen and demand to speak to him, especially in front of her sister-in-law.
“We need to talk.”
It wasn’t until the words left her lips that she regretted them.
Jason froze.
Nikki stared at her with surprise, then suspicion.
Mark clearly found humor in the situation. But when she glowered at him, he ducked his head and bit back whatever choked laughter attempted to escape him.
She cleared her throat and glanced at Nikki. “I need to talk to Jason for a second. Is that okay?”
Nikki arched a brow, then glanced toward Jason.
If Isabelle wasn’t livid with him, she might have been pleased to see the guilt that swept over his features. He’d done something wrong, and the evidence was written all over his face.
“It won’t take long,” Isabelle reassured her sister-in-law.
The woman flicked a hand in their direction. “Fine.”
Jason pulled his apron from his head and tossed it to a nearby counter. Then he followed her out. There was no way she’d be caught talking to him about this in the cafeteria area. Anyone, including those in the kitchen, could walk in and hear her demand to know what Jason had been saying to her family.
Rather than wait for him to saunter after her, Isabelle grabbed ahold of his wrist and all but dragged him out of the side door. Once they were outside, she whirled on him. “What do you have to say for yourself?”
He blinked at her. “Sorry?”
“Is that a question?”
Jason crossed his arms, his brows furrowing. “Yes. I want to know what you think I need to apologize for.”
She threw her hands in the air with exasperation. “I can’t believe this.”
“If this is about me not telling you that I intervened when?—”
