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The Man Who Saw Her Beauty : The Man Who Saw Her Beauty\The Loner's Guarded Heart
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Blair MacIntyre's daily routine: put on her brave face, and try not to be so distracted by unnervingly gorgeous Nick Conway...
All Blair wants is to be normal. To be the Blair B.C.--before cancer. She's determined to show her friends she's okay...even if it means bluffing.
There's only one person who doesn't treat her with kid gloves. In fact, Nick Conway doesn't treat her with any gloves whatsoever--especially when saying exactly what he thinks of her helping his daughter in a beauty contest!
Soon Nick is getting under Blair's skin--and defences. Maybe he's the one to show her she's just as beautiful as before?
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Harlequin Enterprises, Limited
May 01, 2012
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Excerpt from The Man Who Saw Her Beauty by Michelle Douglas
Blair peered into the mirror with the kind of fierce concentration she normally reserved for casting judgement on her Blair Mac designs for Spring Fashion Week. She didn't take in her entire face. She fixed only on her left eye.
She held it wide and very carefully attached the false eyelashes. She blinked. She repeated the procedure for her right eye. As a model, she'd learned how to do this twenty years ago. She hadn't expected to need it now she was no longer in front of a camera or parading down a catwalk, though.
It just goes to show.
Next she attached the false eyebrows. That was a newly acquired skill. Unlike the lashes, they wouldn't need to be removed every day. If she took care they should remain in place for several weeks.
Her eyebrows had always been fair, but full. She'd used to get them tinted.
Once upon a time.
She pushed the thought away. No point mooning about the past.
She reached for the wig, removed it carefully from its stand and ran a hand down the long length of blonde synthetic hair. Even a trained eye would find it hard to tell the difference between this wig and her old hair. Her friend Dana, hairdresser extraordinaire, had warned her that the wig was too long, but Blair had chosen it anyway. She'd found comfort in the fact that it looked so much like her old hair.
She pulled the wig on over her scalp, tugged it into place, and then turned back to the mirror to make whatever adjustments were necessary. Adjustments that would help her look normal. Adjustments that would help her look whole and healthy. Adjustments that would hopefully ensure people started treating her like a fully functioning adult again.
Finally she stepped back and viewed her face in its entirety. She reached for her pot of blusher. More colour on her cheeks wouldn't go amiss. She applied another coat of tawny-pink lipstick with its advertised stay-put power, and once again gave thanks for the skills she'd learned as a model.
She stepped back again, viewed her face--first from the left side and then the right--and then nodded at her reflection. Her heartbeat slowed. Finally she could recognise herself. When she ventured outside today no one would be able to tell.
And no one was here now to see the way her hand shook as she capped her lipstick, or the trouble she had screwing the lid back on to the pot of blusher.
You have a lot to give thanks for. Chin up!
She averted her gaze from the mirror as she undid her wrap. She snapped her bra and prosthesis into place and pulled a T-shirt on over her head as quickly as she could.
Problem was, she reflected as she tugged on her jeans, it wasn't gratitude that was in her heart. It was fear. Fear that life would never feel normal again. Fear that Glory would never stop fussing, would never stop being afraid for her. Fear that her beloved aunt would worry herself into an early grave.
Glory was talking about selling up and moving to Sydney to be closer to her! Blair dropped to the bed and pulled on her boots. Glory had lived here in Dungog her entire life. She'd hate the city.
Blair glanced at the mirror again. She put a hand under her chin to physically lift it higher. She owed Glory everything. She had to put her aunt's mind at rest. She had to. That was why she'd come home. Blair was out of danger. She was healthy again. Once Glory realised that..
She leapt up to toss her cosmetics into her make-up bag. The make-up bag she took everywhere. Just in case. For touch ups. Emergencies. Once she'd succeeded in convincing Glory she was better.. Well, then they could all get back to normality.
And that was what she really wanted--normality. Her motives weren't purely altruistic.
She paused to grip her hands in front of her. Bluff. That was the answer. If she could bluff her way into winning the Miss Showgirl quest twenty years ago, bluff her way into a modelling career and then bluff her way into fashion college, surely she could bluff everyone into thinking she was healthy again?
She pulled in a breath. 'Piece of cake.' The mirror proved that she could still present herself to the best possible advantage. Looking at her, nobody would believe that she was anything but healthy and whole.
You are healthy.
'Oh, Blair, look at you!' Glory said the moment Blair entered the kitchen. 'You look fabulous. As if..'
'As if I'd never been sick,' Blair finished for her.
'Well, yes, but...'
Bluff! She twirled on the spot for good effect. 'I'm as good as new.' She kissed her aunt on the cheek before taking her seat and pouring muesli into a bowl. Bluff had not got her through surgery and chemotherapy. Glory had done that. 'Tea?' Glory lifted the teapot.
'Yes, please. And stop looking at me like that, Aunt Glory. The last few months have been...hard.' 'Hell on earth,' Glory growled.
She reached across to clasp her aunt's hand. 'And it's beyond wonderful to have the opportunity to spend a month mooching around here. I can't tell you how much I've been looking forward to it.'
'I can't tell you how good it is to have you home.'