Mandy Makes Her Mark (9 page)

The curious pang turned sour in Mandy's heart. No matter how the flames of her longing for Tad had been fanned, she couldn't take him from Luna, not if she still wanted him. Luna might be a pain in the ass, but she was the only sister Mandy would ever have. And as ridiculous as it was to think that Luna had envied her, Mandy refused to add to her pain.

“You thought Tad and I…”

Luna laughed dismissively, and Mandy's momentary generosity evaporated. “You and
Tad
? Oh no, that's not what I meant. It's just that he admired you. You're smart, Mandy, you always have been. Growing up everyone always talked about your accomplishments, your grades, your scholarships. I was just the pretty face.” She sighed dramatically. “You can't imagine the burden. I hear it all day long at work—‘Luna, you're exquisite, Luna, you're an international
brand'
—but no one ever wants to talk to me about um, the stock market or the net worth or the bond crisis or, I don't know, whatever.”

“Luna, you're not interested in those things,” Mandy said. She doubted her sister even knew what they were.

“Yeah, but I didn't need to come home and hear about how you're a freaking genius. Amanda this, Amanda that. And that's another thing—he couldn't even get your name right!”

“Oh,” said Mandy, a bit dazed. “So you didn't want Tad to talk to you about the news, you just
didn't
want him to talk to you about the agency or—”

“Or like his stupid movie scripts.” Luna rolled her eyes. “I never told you about that, it was just too embarrassing. I mean, sitting at the kitchen table with his little computer when I was watching TV?”

“That must have been terrible,” Sylvie said sarcastically. Mandy cut her a glance; Sylvie wasn't even bothering to pretend not to eavesdrop.

“I know, right?” Luna missed the tone of Sylvie's voice. “You know what, I don't really even want him back that badly, I just don't want…”

She bit her lip, her eyes suddenly shiny. And Mandy, who had never been able to watch her sister cry, melted.

“You don't want to be alone,” she said gently. Luna nodded, a fat tear splashing down her cheek. “Well, listen, it's really not that bad.”

“For
you
, maybe,” Luna snuffled. “I mean you have your, you know, Wall Street Journal and all that, plus nobody expects you to be seen around town.”

Mandy gritted her teeth, willing herself to be patient. Sylvie patted her arm.

“You know what,” Sylvie said, turning to Luna, “You should give Jayde a call. She broke up with her boyfriend, and she's moving out. You've got extra room. Maybe the two of you could, you know, be roommates or something.”

Luna looked at her for a long moment, her expression cryptic. “Tad told me about that. Said she was kind of a mess. You think she might need someone to, you know, kind of take care of her?”

Could it be? Was Luna actually showing interest in another human being's welfare?

Would the wonders never cease on this magical island?

“Give her a call,” Mandy said cautiously, not wanting to jeopardize her sister's newfound compassion. “No harm trying. You'd better go – your ride's here.”

They all turned to see Zeke waving his battered baseball cap from the boat at the end of the dock, its engine puttering in the calm waters.

“Okay,” Luna said, wiping her eyes. Then she gave Mandy a long look. “When Tad told me Lark subbed you in for the shoot, I thought it would be a disaster. But you actually look…kind of interesting.” She gave the bodice of Mandy's gown a quick tug, adjusting the neckline, and stalked down the dock without another word. She extended her hand regally and allowed Zeke to help her into the boat, and in seconds they were headed for Key Grande, growing smaller and smaller with every second.

“That was one of her more dramatic exits,” Sylvie observed.

“All right,” Deirdre called, emerging from the cabana, and clapping her hands. “Mandy, let's get you into the cap sleeve brocade. Sylvie, next up is the silver A-line. We're a bit behind so let's make this happen!”

Mandy allowed herself to be guided into a whirlwind of undressing and dressing and touch-ups and hairspray. It helped to keep her from obsessing over the maelstrom of emotions unleashed by Luna's declaration.

Luna didn't love Tad.

Luna envied Mandy. But not for any of the things Mandy had ever wanted to be envied for.

But maybe that was okay. Maybe it was time for Mandy to appreciate exactly who she was, the way she was. And it had taken her high-strung, spoiled, impossible sister to show her.

And if she couldn't have the kind of love she'd dreamed of, the crazy passionate longing that Tad had inspired all these years, maybe that was okay too. Maybe she'd just have to accept that she belonged with one of the accountants or attorneys on the online sites, or even—God help her—one of the Pent-Up Suits.

“There,” one of the assistants said, stepping back. “That ought to do it.”

“Nice,” the other assistant said. It was the most conversation they had uttered in two days. They nodded briskly and hurried out to see to Sylvie's gown, giving Mandy a few blessed moments of solitude. She turned to the mirror to see how she looked, and caught her breath.

The gown's simple silhouette skimmed her body perfectly. The cap sleeves made her arms look toned, and the neckline elongated her neck and gave her beautiful décolletage. The stylists had loosened her chignon, and loose strands curved around her chin prettily. Tiny pearls at her ears and throat reminded her of her mother's wedding photo.

“Gorgeous.”

She spun around. Tad was standing in the opening of the tent, hands in his pockets. He hadn't shaved—he didn't look like he'd slept, in fact. There were dark smudges under his eyes and his hair was mussed and his clothes wrinkled.

He'd never looked better.

“Tad.” She swallowed. “Luna came by. She…told me.”

Tad nodded. “Some of the things she said…they were true. I should have ended this long ago. I was selfish. I was stuck in a rut. I was…”

“Human.” Mandy shrugged. “Just like her. Something I guess I never really gave her credit for before now. But she'll be okay. She's tough, and I should know.”

A ghost of a smile flashed across Tad's face. “She comes from a tough family.”

Mandy's brave smile threatened to crumple, so she tried harder, grinning until her jaw hurt. “That's us, all right. The Leif girls: tough as nails.”

He stepped toward her. Up close, she could smell that scent that was uniquely Tad, and she had to resist inhaling for all she was worth. It occurred to her that she would probably have to fire him from the agency. Because she couldn't bear to be this close to him on a regular basis, not when every fiber of her being wanted to be closer still.

He reached out and touched her lips, just as he had the other night. “There was never anything on your face. I lied. I just wanted to touch you.”

“Don't,” Mandy said, grabbing his hand and holding it away from her skin. “Please.”

They stayed that way, locked in a stalemate, while outside the cabana Deirdre called directions and Sylvie cursed colorfully and somewhere nearby children laughed and gulls screeched.

“I want you,” Tad finally said. “That's not going to change.”

“It's a bad idea.”

“Why?”

Mandy shrugged helplessly. “Luna…”

“Is a big girl. She can have just about any man she wants.” He winced. “Except, maybe, me.”

“You know what you said before…about how I was so focused on work?”

“'Skills pay the bills,'” Tad said. “Of course I remember.”

“Well, it's all a lie.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes. If I could have traded with my sister when I was thirteen, I would have. I would have given up every shred of talent I ever had, all my good grades, my skill at math, my test scores – all of it, if I could have been the pretty girl instead.”

“Amanda.” Very gently, Tad put his hands on her shoulders and turned her so that they were both staring into the mirror at her reflection. “What do you see?”

She looked. A beautiful gown. A woman of average size. The same hair and face that she'd always had, skillfully enhanced with makeup and a blow dryer.

Tad slowly slid his hands down her arms, then around her waist, drawing her back against him. She could feel his breath on her neck, the bristle of his unshaven cheek making her gasp as he pressed a soft kiss against her jaw. She felt her body melt against him, the hot rush of desire pooling inside her.

“I see…me, I guess. Wearing a dress I have no business in.”

“Look harder,” Tad whispered, and he kept kissing her, less gently, while his arms tightened around her.

She did as he said. The intensity in her eyes caught her attention. In this light, they were a brilliant green, with hidden depths of gold. Her face, flushed with desire, was sensuous and full. Her hands trembled. She
was
beautiful—not in the dramatic, traffic-stopping way that Luna was, but beautiful nonetheless.

“And look at me now,” Tad said, taking a break from kissing her to rest his chin in the hollow of her neck. They stared at the mirror together. “What do you see?”

Mandy took her time. She knew every inch of him, every feature, every eyelash and dimple, by heart. But that wasn't what she was looking for now. “I see a complicated man,” she finally whispered. “An…artist. A man with determination and integrity.”

“A man who needs the right woman at his side,” Tad said, his voice deepening to a growl. “I will keep writing, no matter what, Mandy. I've saved enough to support myself for a couple of years, at least. This is my last gig. I decided to quit before I ever came to Cupid Island.”

Before the panic at his pronouncement could set in all the way—
he's leaving,
the inner voice trumpeted in alarm—he looped a lock of her hair around his finger and kissed her neck. “But I want to be with you. I thought I could make it work before, just like I thought I could make it work with Luna, but the truth is that I've gotten further and further away from my dream. I'll always be a writer. But I'll be a better one with you to inspire me.”

“Yes,” Mandy said, before he could come to his senses. “Yes.” She turned in his arms until she was pressed against him, looking up into his stormy blue eyes.

“You'll put up with an unemployed artist boyfriend?” Tad asked, almost shyly. “You'll keep believing in me?”

“Forever,” Mandy said, with all her heart. She kissed him, softly at first, and then with the same urgency that had propelled them into each other's arms the other night.

Neither noticed when the flaps of the tent were thrown open. But the applause got their attention. Flustered, Mandy pulled away from the kiss, but she didn't let go of her man.

Outside the tent, Deirdre and her assistants and the makeup and hair team and Sylvie had been joined by half a dozen kids and their sunhat-wearing moms. Everyone was grinning. A little red-headed boy started to cheer as though he was at a baseball game. Soon everyone was hooting.

Blushing, Mandy gave a little wave. “Guess our secret's out,” she whispered. Tad responded by kissing her forehead.

“All right, everyone, back to work,” Deirdre said when the commotion finally died down. “Bride in place, please. Groom, take a break. I'll let you know if we need you.”

“I'll need you,” Mandy promised, as the assistants descended on her and started dragging her toward the dock. The makeup artist looked dismayed at the state of Mandy's lipstick.

Tad watched her go, hands back in his pockets, a satisfied look on his face. “I'll pick you up for dinner,” he said. “I hear it's barbecued ribs tonight. All you can eat.”

Mandy laughed. The model's life, with its privations and restrictions, wasn't for her. She'd trade the glamor and glitz for a comfortable pair of sneakers and a chocolate shake any day.

There was nothing wrong with Luna's dream, she realized as the makeup artist went to work with her brushes and creams, but that didn't mean it was right for her. Tad had finally found the courage to pursue his own dreams. And now, finally, so had Mandy.

Tonight, they'd walk on the beach, and she'd write it in the sand.
Amanda and Tad 4-Ever.

The End

***

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Black Heat

Black Flame

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The Cupid Island Series:

Larissa Learns to Breathe

Mandy Makes Her Mark

Plain Jane's Birthday Wish

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Mountain Song

Heartbreak, Tennessee

A Man for the Summer

Mine 'til Monday

Along for the Ride

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