âYouâre not by any chance from the OâLeary house, are you now?â
Her fingers froze, her eyes widened. âYes. Iâm Colleen OâLeary. How did you know?â
He shook his head and bit back another grin. God was having a very good time with him today. âIâm Rylan Montgomery. Pleased to meet you, Colleen.â
She took a step backward, her hand clutching the fabric at the neck of her dress as she scanned him from head to toe. âYou . . . you canât be Rylan Montgomery. Youâre not a priest.â
He laughed again. âNot yet. But one day soon, God willing.â
âOh.â The handkerchief fluttered to the road. The misery on her face clutched at him.
âCome now. Itâs not so bad. You found me after all, and other than getting a wee bit dirty, weâre all in one piece.â
She huffed out a defeated sigh, and he suddenly longed for a return of the temper heâd glimpsed earlier.
âLetâs turn the horses around. Iâm sure we can get cleaned up before your mother even knows what happened.â
The fluttering of hope in her eyes matched the hint of a smile on her lips. âMaybe we can. Mamaâs out at a meeting for the afternoon.â
âThere you go. Sheâll be none the wiser.â
Colleen bent to retrieve a small straw hat from the grass, then primly pinned it on top of her mud-encrusted hair. He hid his amusement as he guided her onto the carriage bench, then hopped up to join her.
She sat, as regal as a muddy queen, upon her throne. âWould you do me a favor, Mr. Montgomery?â
âDonât you think you should call me Rylan? After the adventure weâve had, Mr. Montgomery sounds far too formal.â
She lifted her chin. âVery well, Rylan. Would you mind driving the carriage back? I think Iâve had enough of horses for one day.â
5
G IL SAT BACK AT THE DINNER TABLE and observed the new OâLeary houseguest. Rylan Montgomery was the most unlikely-looking priest heâd ever seen. The man seemed far too at ease in his own skin and much too charming with his dark good looks and that strong Irish brogue, which seemed to have captivated everyone at the table.
âSo, Rylan, what exactly will you be doing at St. Ritaâs?â Mrs. OâLeary beamed a smile across the table.
âLearning the ways of a parish priest for the most part. Though I will be helping out at an orphanage a few days a week. I wonât know all the details until I meet with Reverend Filmore tomorrow.â He pushed his plate to one side and patted his stomach.
âAnd why is it you canât stay at the rectory?â Colleen sounded angry, though Gil couldnât fathom why.
Rylan only chuckled at her rude glare. âThe rectory is undergoing renovations. Reverend Filmore is staying with his sister until the work is done.â He turned to Mrs. OâLeary. âWhichis why I was ever so grateful to learn my mother had a distant cousin here in Long Island.â
âWell, weâre more than happy to have you.â Mrs. OâLeary passed a platter of pastries down the table. âYou didnât say how Colleen found you at the station this afternoon. I trust everything went smoothly.â
âSmooth as mud, Mrs. OâLeary.â
Colleen choked on her tea, then quickly pressed a napkin to her mouth. Gil noted with interest the bloom of hot color in Colleenâs cheeks. Something had the girl off kilterâa rarity indeed.
âForgive me for saying so,â Gil said, âbut you donât look Irish.â
Rylan grinned. âThatâs my Italian blood showing. My grandmother on my fatherâs side was Italian. Hence the brown eyes and ruddy skin. The dimples, however, are all Irish.â
Deirdre and Brianna laughed at his exaggerated facial expression, while Colleen scowled at the tablecloth.
Maybe having Rylan Montgomery around wouldnât
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