CHAPTER SIXHe seemed taller, darker, wilder.
He had abandoned his martial look altogether.
Now he seemed more like a poet, a plumed hat set at an angle on his head, a jet-black lock of hair falling over his forehead, his eyes green as the moss around the pool.
Rosaleena was struck dumb.
“Y-you!” she finally blurted out.
Colonel Joyce swept off his hat and bowed to her with a somewhat sardonic smile.
“At your eternal service, Miss Rosscullen.”
Dazedly Rosaleena shook her head.
“But – but Uncle Uriel said that you would never dare come to Ireland!”
Colonel Joyce looked amused.
“And you take Sir Uriel Reece to be an expert on my character, do you?”
“N-no,” stammered Rosaleena. She pushed back her wet hair from her face, regarding him all the while.
“Only, it’s little wonder people
