Triplets Found: The Virgin's Makeover / Take a Chance on Me / And Then There Were Three. Judy DuarteЧитать онлайн книгу.
Lissa.”
Her mother had said as much on many occasions. Her dad, too. But for some reason, hearing Jared compliment her made it almost seem true.
“I’ve got a ton of self-confidence when it comes to the vineyard, to farming and making wine, but…” She let the words drop.
Jared reached across the table and took her hand.
“You and I are going shopping. I’m going to buy you a whole new wardrobe, one that makes you feel good enough to stand out in a crowd.”
“Oh, no,” she said. “You don’t need to do that.”
“But I want to. It’s a very small way to make up for not being there for you.” He gave her hand a squeeze. “Please? It’ll be fun.”
She didn’t know about fun. But it might be interesting to go shopping with the man. Her dad never liked that sort of thing, leaving all the household and family purchases to her mother.
Jared motioned for the waitress and asked for their check. “I’m going to spring for a whole makeover, starting at that hair salon down the street.”
The salon? Lissa lifted her hand and fingered the heavy bun resting on top of her head. She hadn’t had a trim in ages. Of course, she’d never agree to a fullon haircut unless a personal beautician or a step-by-step styling lesson came with it.
“You’re a lovely woman, Lissa. And it’s only right that you let an expert enhance your basic beauty.”
Was he right? Did she have something a stylist could work with?
Jared’s excitement and sincerity were hard to ignore. What would her mother say when she returned home in a new outfit and a different hairstyle—one she could handle on her own.
Or better yet, what would Sullivan say?
Would it make a difference? Would he find her attractive? Someone he wouldn’t mind taking to bed?
“All right,” she said, her attraction to Sullivan influencing the crazy decision.
“Great. Let’s get started.”
The first stop was a dress shop, where Jared took an active part in choosing a new wardrobe, one with bright colors that set off her green eyes and showed off more of her body than she’d otherwise been comfortable revealing.
The last purchase was a green silky top that hugged her waist and a formfitting black skirt.
“Can she wear that out of the store?” Jared asked.
“Certainly,” the happy sales clerk said. “I’ll cut off the tags.”
“Thank you for doing this,” Lissa said. “It’s been kind of fun, actually.”
“My pleasure,” he said. “I’ve enjoyed watching you blossom. Now let’s go to the salon.”
Lissa glanced at her watch. It was getting late. And she probably should head back to the office, where Sullivan would be waiting for her. “That’s not necessary.”
“Indulge me,” Jared said, green eyes shimmering.
Oh, what the heck. “All right.”
Two hours later, Lissa sat before a mirror in the beauty salon, unable to believe the change in her. Of course, she’d sometimes had two people working on her at a time, but she’d managed to squeeze in a manicure and a pedicure.
Antoine, the male stylist, had used a henna rinse to bring out the natural color of her hair. He trimmed the ends and talked her into some layering that created a full, flowing effect, insisting that one of her most attractive features, other than the big green eyes, was her waist-length hair.
The talented stylist had created a miracle, leaving Lissa with a sensual look she’d never expected.
“You can still twist it and braid it,” Antoine said, “but wear it loose whenever you want to make an impression on people, particularly men.”
Do you ever let your hair down? Sullivan had once asked her.
A burst of confidence bubbled forth. What would he say, when she returned to the vineyard? Would he be pleased? Aroused?
And if so, then what?
Would she have the courage to flirt? To actually offer herself to him?
She turned her head, watching the strands flow gracefully down her back like a long, silky veil.
Funny, but she didn’t feel vulnerable or exposed now. Not at all.
“Renee,” Antoine called the makeup artist who’d been waiting nearby. “We’re ready to add the finishing touch.”
When Renee finished instructing her in the art of makeup application, as well as adding lipstick, blush and mascara, Lissa couldn’t believe her eyes.
She looked like a new woman.
Heck, she even felt like a new woman.
A beautiful woman.
Lissa couldn’t wait to see the look on Sullivan’s face when she knocked upon the cottage door and asked if he’d like to share a glass of wine and watch the sunset.
And if he appeared impressed?
Who knew what else she might ask him to share?
Chapter Six
Before climbing from her silver Honda Prelude, Lissa couldn’t help but take one last look at her reflection in the rearview mirror.
For the first time in her life, she saw a stylish woman gazing back at her. The light application of sage-colored shadow and dark-brown mascara highlighted the green of her eyes. And a feathered layering of the hair at the side of her face softened the plain, yet harsh style she’d worn before.
Jared had been right.
The makeover had done wonders for her appearance. And it raised her confidence level to an all-time high.
She slid from the car, then tugged at the short, black skirt, making sure it hadn’t hiked up, revealing a pair of thong panties the sales lady insisted all the young women were wearing.
“I don’t want Shawna ever learning I bought you those,” Jared had said with a smile. “She’s growing up too fast as it is.”
Well, it seemed as though Lissa had grown up overnight. Or rather, during the course of an afternoon in town with her biological father.
They’d driven to Valley View Clinic, which housed an annex lab of Portland General Hospital. A technician drew the necessary blood for the preliminary testing, and Lissa signed a form allowing the results to be divulged to Jared.
After giving Jared a hug, Lissa promised to come to Portland soon. Meeting with him had answered a lot of her questions about her origin and her feelings of abandonment.
Jared hadn’t been ready to marry a girl he hardly knew, a teen who refused his calls. And although he’d wanted to provide for Olivia and her baby, Olivia had shut him out.
It was anyone’s guess what would have happened had Lissa’s birth mother lived.
But one thing was certain. Lissa’s life would have been dramatically different from the one that she knew. And to be perfectly honest, she couldn’t imagine not having Ken and Donna Cartwright as parents. Or Eileen as a sister.
In many ways, Jared still seemed like a stranger, but she sensed they could become friends. Or maybe something more—given time.
Once in her car, she picked up the cell phone and called home.
“I was so worried,” her mother said. “Mr. Cambry looked like a decent sort, but you never know.”
“Actually, he was very nice, Mom.”
“Will