Isabel was astonished the alterations could happen that quickly, and she was most thankful.
Thinking their shopping spree was over, she was ready to head back to Nathan’s Bay, but Kate and Regan had other ideas. They took her to an intimate apparel shop to buy new undergarments and sleepwear, and when they were finished, all three of them walked out with bags filled.
There was more. Shoe shopping was next. That also took longer than Isabel wanted. Once that was done, Kate thought they should look at jewelry. Isabel had to put her foot down then. She was starving, and the only thing she wanted was lunch.
While they were eating salads, she noticed the look Regan and Kate exchanged, and she also saw them check their watches a number of times. She knew they had another plan in the works, but she didn’t find out what they had conjured up until after they’d eaten.
“We thought it would be fun for you to get a haircut and makeover,” Kate said.
“Just a trim,” Regan explained as she signed the tab.
“Your appointment is here at the hotel in fifteen minutes.”
“It shouldn’t take much time,” Kate assured her.
It was two against one, and not wanting to appear ungrateful, Isabel reluctantly agreed. An hour later she had to admit it was worth it. She left the hotel with yet another bag filled with makeup, hair products, and lotions.
Laden with their purchases, Isabel returned to Nathan’s Bay exhausted. She wasn’t used to so much fuss over her appearance. All she wanted was a few minutes to decompress, but when Dylan, Theo, and Michelle stopped her and asked her to go sailing with them, she changed her mind. It was hot and humid, and a couple of hours on the water sounded ideal. She rushed to change into shorts and a tank top.
A half hour later she was on the boat watching Dylan manipulate the sails to catch the wind that sent them flying across the bay into the open waters. It was like watching a beautifully choreographed ballet, and soon they were skimming the waves. Isabel stretched out on the deck and raised her face to the sun, letting the wind blow through her hair. For the rest of the afternoon there were no worries.
She was having a wonderful time, but unfortunately her escape from the world came to an end when Dylan checked his watch and announced they were heading back to shore. The family dinner was tonight, and no one wanted to be late.
Back at the house, Isabel passed the dining room and saw the table was set for dinner. The Buchanans were all being so gracious to include her, but she didn’t feel comfortable. This was supposed to be a special occasion for the immediate family. She would rather join in the celebration when other friends and family came for the party on Saturday. Thinking she would grab a bite later, she went looking for her sister to explain.
She walked into the kitchen just in time to hear Kate call Mrs. Buchanan Mom. She was so shocked, she actually froze for a second. Both Michael and Dylan saw the look on her face, but before either one could say anything, Isabel turned around. Without a thought as to where she was going, she went out the front door, brushing past Judge Buchanan, who was coming up the steps. She stopped just long enough to tell him she was going for a walk, promising she wouldn’t be gone long.
Isabel needed to be alone for a few minutes so she could figure out her crazy reaction to hearing Kate call another woman Mom. She felt as though she’d been hit hard in the stomach, and for that instant she’d been flooded with grief. And wasn’t that ridiculous? Calling someone else Mom didn’t make Kate disloyal. Their mother was gone now, and Kate’s love for her hadn’t diminished. Hearing the word had been a shock, that was all, and she was thankful she’d been able to hide her reaction from everyone.
She headed down to the shore, then changed her mind and made a detour to sit on the hill overlooking the water. There was a beautiful tree she fancied to be at least a hundred years old with thick branches that arched out and down halfway to the ground. From the distance it reminded Isabel of a giant umbrella. It was secluded and peaceful.
She sat down with her back against the tree trunk. Folding her hands in her lap, she closed her eyes and listened to the sound of the waves lapping against the rocks and tried to quiet her thoughts. It was lovely to be alone, away from the chaos for a little while.
Michael was suddenly standing over her. So much for solitude.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Relaxing,” she answered, shading her eyes with her hand as she looked up at him. “I’ve decided this is my new favorite spot on the island.”
“You can relax later,” he said. “Come on. It’s time for dinner.”
“You go ahead. I’m not hungry.”
He reached down, grabbed her hand, and pulled her up. She wanted to point out that it was a family dinner and that she wasn’t family, but she thought that would sound childish.
She turned to the shore. “I’ll just stretch my legs—”
“Good idea,” he said.
She walked around him and continued on.
He caught up to her and anchored her to his side, putting his arm around her shoulders and turning her back toward the house. She was about to demand that he let go of her, but then she looked up and lost her train of thought. His smile knocked her off her game. Why did he have to be so sinfully sexy?
When she was around him, all she wanted to do was grab hold and never let go. And if she did exactly that? He would eat her alive and then move on.
No, thank you.
“Nick and Laurant just arrived with Samantha and the Wild One. It’s time for dinner,” he told her.
“The Wild One?”
“Tommy’s almost two. He’s a handful. It bothered you when Kate called my mother ‘Mom,’ didn’t it?”
He didn’t miss anything, did he? No reason to lie because he’d know it. “Yes, and I can’t stop thinking about it. It was a ridiculous reaction.” With a shrug, she added, “It just surprised me, that’s all.”
They went up the steps together and stopped on the porch. Before she had an inkling of what he was going to do, he leaned down and, wrapping his big strong arms around her, kissed her long and hard.
For Isabel the kiss was mind-blowing. Her whole body went limp. She wanted to say something, but her pounding heartbeat drowned out any words. She prayed for a coherent thought.
“You . . . you . . .” She sounded like a blithering idiot.
He had the gall to smile at her. He knew how rattled she was, and he seemed to get a kick out of it.
“Now you’ve got something else to think about,” he said.
He walked into the house and left her standing on the porch. Threading her fingers through her hair, she rushed after him. “You have to stop doing that.”
She almost bumped into him when he turned around and looked at her. “Yeah, I probably should.”
“Probably should what?” Dylan asked the question. He was standing just inside the dining room with all of the family behind him, gathered around the table.