said, nuzzling her cheek against his. “So much. I don’t tell you enough.”
“You tell me every day,” he said with a chuckle. Since her accident she told him she loved him often, just as much as he told her.
She leaned in closer, her voice the barest whisper. “Maybe I can show you just how much I love you when we get home.”
He smoothed his hand over her hair, cupping the back of her neck so he could kiss her. “That sounds perfect.”
Chapter Twelve
“Oh, darling, you’re beautiful!” Debbie Kaye swept Amber into her arms, squeezing her close before she grabbed her by the shoulders and gently forced her away, keeping her at arms’ length. “Look at you. You’ve gained weight.”
Amber’s cheeks heated and she tilted her head, rolling her eyes. “My husband wants to fatten me up, I think.”
“Fat and happy, isn’t that a saying?” Debbie’s assessing gaze swept up and down, up and down as she kept hold of Amber’s shoulders. “You look amazing,” she declared.
“You just said I was fat.”
“No, I said you put on weight. I never said it looked bad. And you could lose it quick, right?” Debbie finally released her hold on Amber’s shoulders. “Hmm, look at those real curves. Hips. Boobs. And that scar…”
Amber’s heart lurched almost painfully. God, she hated the scar. “It’s bad, isn’t it?” She reached up, drew her fingers across the raised skin. The bandage had been removed a week ago and she’d been pleasantly surprised to find it wasn’t as deep as she’d originally thought.
But now, in front of her modeling agent, the most particular person in the entire universe, she was afraid it looked terrible.
“No. Not at all.” Debbie smiled and shook her head. “I thought it would be far worse, I must admit.”
Leave it to Debbie. She was always so blunt, so brutally honest. Her attitude was what made her one of the best agents in the business. “I have an appointment with a plastic surgeon next week.”
“What about the arm?” Debbie waved a hand at Amber’s arm, which had recently been put in a soft brace.
“I don’t have full mobility. I probably never will,” Amber admitted. At least it didn’t hurt anymore. The incessant throbbing pain had finally stopped for the most part, thank goodness.
“You know how you always pose in those weird angles. I’m sure the arm will be even more of an advantage now.” Debbie clapped her hands together once. “So. When can I put you back on the books? We’ve had plenty of requests. You’re still in demand, maybe even more so since the accident. Everyone wants a piece of you.”
A surge of adrenaline powered through Amber, making her skin feel like it was vibrating. She couldn’t believe what Debbie was saying. She figured the minute she disappeared everyone would forget about her. “Are you serious?”
“Dead serious, my darling. You are one of the hottest commodities at the agency and look at you, full of shock. You don’t even know it. The Italian Vogue cover sent you right over the edge, you know,” Debbie explained. “Everyone wants you.”
Amber went to one of the overstuffed chairs in Debbie’s office and collapsed in it, surprised pleasure sweeping over her. “Do you know I’ve never even seen that cover?”
“ What ?” Debbie shrieked, running to her bookshelf to thumb through a stack of magazines piled there. “Oh my God, darling, you must see it. It’s divine. I know I have it here somewhere…ha! Here it is. Look, look.”
She brought the thick copy of Italian Vogue to Amber and offered it to her. Amber took the magazine from Debbie’s outstretched hands as if in a daze, her gaze dropping to the cover. There she was, in stark black and white, black eyeliner smudged under her eyes in a messy, edgy style, her shadowy hair in complete yet artful disarray. She looked bleak, desolate, her eyes empty.
“You’re absolutely stunning,” Debbie raved, her voice full of reverence. “Gorgeous.
“You tell me every day,” he said with a chuckle. Since her accident she told him she loved him often, just as much as he told her.
She leaned in closer, her voice the barest whisper. “Maybe I can show you just how much I love you when we get home.”
He smoothed his hand over her hair, cupping the back of her neck so he could kiss her. “That sounds perfect.”
Chapter Twelve
“Oh, darling, you’re beautiful!” Debbie Kaye swept Amber into her arms, squeezing her close before she grabbed her by the shoulders and gently forced her away, keeping her at arms’ length. “Look at you. You’ve gained weight.”
Amber’s cheeks heated and she tilted her head, rolling her eyes. “My husband wants to fatten me up, I think.”
“Fat and happy, isn’t that a saying?” Debbie’s assessing gaze swept up and down, up and down as she kept hold of Amber’s shoulders. “You look amazing,” she declared.
“You just said I was fat.”
“No, I said you put on weight. I never said it looked bad. And you could lose it quick, right?” Debbie finally released her hold on Amber’s shoulders. “Hmm, look at those real curves. Hips. Boobs. And that scar…”
Amber’s heart lurched almost painfully. God, she hated the scar. “It’s bad, isn’t it?” She reached up, drew her fingers across the raised skin. The bandage had been removed a week ago and she’d been pleasantly surprised to find it wasn’t as deep as she’d originally thought.
But now, in front of her modeling agent, the most particular person in the entire universe, she was afraid it looked terrible.
“No. Not at all.” Debbie smiled and shook her head. “I thought it would be far worse, I must admit.”
Leave it to Debbie. She was always so blunt, so brutally honest. Her attitude was what made her one of the best agents in the business. “I have an appointment with a plastic surgeon next week.”
“What about the arm?” Debbie waved a hand at Amber’s arm, which had recently been put in a soft brace.
“I don’t have full mobility. I probably never will,” Amber admitted. At least it didn’t hurt anymore. The incessant throbbing pain had finally stopped for the most part, thank goodness.
“You know how you always pose in those weird angles. I’m sure the arm will be even more of an advantage now.” Debbie clapped her hands together once. “So. When can I put you back on the books? We’ve had plenty of requests. You’re still in demand, maybe even more so since the accident. Everyone wants a piece of you.”
A surge of adrenaline powered through Amber, making her skin feel like it was vibrating. She couldn’t believe what Debbie was saying. She figured the minute she disappeared everyone would forget about her. “Are you serious?”
“Dead serious, my darling. You are one of the hottest commodities at the agency and look at you, full of shock. You don’t even know it. The Italian Vogue cover sent you right over the edge, you know,” Debbie explained. “Everyone wants you.”
Amber went to one of the overstuffed chairs in Debbie’s office and collapsed in it, surprised pleasure sweeping over her. “Do you know I’ve never even seen that cover?”
“ What ?” Debbie shrieked, running to her bookshelf to thumb through a stack of magazines piled there. “Oh my God, darling, you must see it. It’s divine. I know I have it here somewhere…ha! Here it is. Look, look.”
She brought the thick copy of Italian Vogue to Amber and offered it to her. Amber took the magazine from Debbie’s outstretched hands as if in a daze, her gaze dropping to the cover. There she was, in stark black and white, black eyeliner smudged under her eyes in a messy, edgy style, her shadowy hair in complete yet artful disarray. She looked bleak, desolate, her eyes empty.
“You’re absolutely stunning,” Debbie raved, her voice full of reverence. “Gorgeous.
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