“Of course I like her. She’s like my...” But this time Zane couldn’t finish his thought. He couldn’t say she was like a sister to him. An image of taking her mouth in a daring kiss burst through his mind again. In that moment, he’d forgotten she was Janie’s sister. All that filled his mind was how sweet and soft her lips were. How much he wanted to go on kissing her. He’d felt at peace with Jess, yet electrified at the same time.
He’d had women in the past to satisfy his physical needs. He hadn’t been a total saint after Janie died, but he hadn’t had a real relationship, either, and he sure as hell wasn’t going in headfirst with Jessica. So why in hell was the memory of kissing her earlier torturing him?
“I meant you want her for yourself.”
Zane snorted. “Are you not hearing what I’m saying? She’s off-limits. To everyone. She has a lot of healing to do. Until then, no one gets near her.” He’d promised her mother he’d protect her and make sure she didn’t get hurt again.
“Okay, okay. I get it, Papa Bear. Now, let’s get back to the script. I think Josh’s character is perfect for you, like it was written with you in mind.”
For once, Zane was grateful the subject changed to his possible acting career.
Thank goodness for credit cards. They gave Jessica the freedom to spend, spend, spend at the boutique Mariah had once raved about. She scoured the golden wardrobe racks at Misty Blue, and every time something struck her as daring and unlike her small-town schoolmarm image, she handed it to Misty Blue’s attire concierge to put aside for her to try on. Sybil, the thirtysomething saleswoman, was dogging her, making suggestions and flattering her at every turn.
“Oh, you must have that,” and “you’ll never find a better fit,” and “you’ll be the envy of every woman on Moonlight Beach,” were her mantras.
Jessica ate up her compliments. Why not? She needed them as much as she needed to buy a whole new wardrobe. The old Jessica was put to rest the minute she’d heard about her so-called good friend eloping with her fiancé. So be it. Jessica would return to Beckon a new woman.
Her clothes would be stylish. Her attitude would brook no pity. And she’d have a few thousand dollars less in her very tidy bankroll.
Saving money wasn’t everything.
“I’ll just put these items in your dressing room,” Sybil announced. “Take your time looking around. When you’re ready, you’ll be in the Waves room.”
Jessica blinked. Even the dressing rooms had names. “Okay, thank you.”
She moved around the boutique slowly, taking her time perusing the shelves and racks. She picked out a two-piece bathing suit, a few hip-hugging dresses, two pairs of designer slim-cut jeans, and four blouses in varying colors and styles.
Sybil came racing forward. “Let me take those off your hands, too. I’ll put them in the dressing room.”
She transferred the clothes into Sybil’s outstretched arms. “Thanks.”
“Would you like to keep shopping?”
Jessica eyed several pairs of shoes on top of a lovely glass display case. “Yes, I’ll need some shoes, too.”
“I’ll have Carmine, our shoe attendant, help you with that.”
Thirty minutes later, Jessica glanced around the Waves dressing room. Clothes hung on every pretty golden hook, and shoes dotted the floor around her feet. She’d gone a bit hog-wild in her choices and needed guidance from someone who knew her well. She punched the speed dial on her cell phone and was relieved when her best friend, Sally, answered.
“Help me, Sally. I need your honest opinion,” she whispered. “I texted you pictures of five of the dresses I’ve tried on. Did you get them?”
“Sure did. I’m looking at them now.”
“Good.” The inventor of cell phone technology was a genius. It made shopping a whole lot easier. “Which ones do you like?”
“Gosh, none of them look bad on you. You have a great figure,” Sally said, almost in disbelief. “You’ve been hiding it.”
“I guess I have.” She’d never been comfortable with her busty appearance and had always chosen clothes to hide rather than highlight her figure. Now, all bets were off.
“Did you like the red one?”
“Definitely the red. That’s a given,” Sally said. “Whose eyeballs are you trying to ruin?”
“What do you mean?”
“That dress is an eye-popper.”
She pictured Zane. Why had he come to mind so easily? It was ridiculous and yet, something had hummed in her heart when he’d kissed her today. He’d been caught up in the scene. She shouldn’t make a darn thing out of it. But she was having a hard time forgetting the feel of his lips claiming hers. As short as the kiss was, it had been potent enough to shoot endorphins through her body. That wasn’t necessarily a good thing.
“Do you think maybe I shouldn’t be doing this?” she asked Sally, her bravado fading.
“Doing what? Pampering yourself? Spending some of your hard-earned money on yourself? Indulging a little? I’m only sorry I’m not there to help you with your TLC gone wild. Believe me, if I could swing it, I’d hop on a plane today.”
She chuckled. “TLC gone wild? That’s a new one, Sal.”
“I’m clever. What can I say? Buy the clothes, Jess. I’ll let you decide on the shoes, but those red stiletto heels will kick some major butt. Oh, and while you’re at it, lose the eyeglasses. You brought your contacts, didn’t you?”
“Yes, I have them.”
“Well, use them. If you’re going to do it, do it right.”
Of course, Sally was dead-on. If she was going to invest in these clothes, she had to go all the way. She’d already decided to ditch her tortoiseshell glasses. Her hair could use some highlights, and her California tan was coming along nicely. Already she felt better about herself.
“And Sal, I wish you could come out here. It’s really...nice.”
“I bet. Zane’s place sounds like heaven. Right on the beach. I bet you don’t even have any swamp heat and humidity.”
“Nope, not like home.”
“Tell me you haven’t met any big movie stars and I swear I won’t be jealous.”
“I, uh, well,” her voice squeaked.
“Who? Tell me or I’ll haunt you into forever.”
“Would you believe Dylan McKay lives two doors down?” Jessica squeezed her eyes shut, anticipating the bombardment.
