Name: Waite Montoya Taylor
Born: That face had seen many a scrap in its thirty-odd years, she guessed.
Parents: ...the sole child of a Venezuelan heiress, Carla Montoya, and an English seaman, Kenneth Waite Taylor.
Height: He was easily a head taller than she.
Eyes: Breelan looked into his deep black eyes. She had to speak for fear she'd tumble into their depths in the silent moment that followed.
Hair: The dark hair was full, damp, and wickedly wild from the weather, yet it suited him.
His Physique: The broad shoulders of a man lying on top of her were blocking her line of sight.
...how graceful his movement for a man of his size.
A strong arm caught her round her waist.
His Scent: He smelled of leather and bay rum cologne. He smelled good.
Facial Features: The moon escaped from its cloud captors to better light his face. It was a smooth face, no beard, no moustache. The skin looked dark, like that of someone who loved the out of doors...
His jaw was so square, ... the line of it broken only by the cleft in his chin. His nose was surprisingly straight, considering the small uneven scars he wore at his hairline, across his right cheek and on his neck, just below his right ear.
Occupation: Waite Taylor, captain of that passenger liner... His father ... was killed when his vessel was rammed broadside by a sinking Federal supply ship. They say that since that time, his son vowed to have a career at sea, no matter what manner of ship he served on, in honor of the man who'd shown him the wonder of the waters.
Character: Strange. Miss Ella would even trust this man alone with her daughter. She was certain he would never physically harm her girl.
"I would say you were a man who'd experienced much in life and one who is probably capable of handling most any situation."
He was certainly old enough to be married. His days of running after different girls should be over unless he was a widower or a philanderer. Yes, she'd known him long enough to classify him as a philanderer, snagging every fast trick his barbaric bulk craved.
Military Service: " He joined the Confederate Army at sixteen. I understand his father wanted him by his side to fight the Yankees at sea, but
Checking a nearby line, a young crewman interjected innocently, "Ah, go on, Cap'n. Tell the good folks how they give ya a medal for valor on the battlefield so's they can rest easy."
History: "He was raised in the Florida Keys and sailed the
His Quote: "Just to be in her town was an ordeal, but I had to take control. I had to face things. When we arrived yesterday in Fernandina, all my resolve left me. That's why I stayed aboard. I wasn't just reading. The truth is I was studying, investigating where she comes from, trying to get closer to her somehow. The more knowledge I acquired about her background, the worse I wanted her. So I purposely started drinking last night until I passed out. With enough liquor in me, I knew she'd be safe from the wild man who wanted to pound on her door in the middle of the night and take her away for himself.
"This morning, with damn near the worst hangover I've ever had as a reminder of my determination [to stay away], I was prepared to be strong and leave town without ever attempting to see her. I was counting the minutes until we pulled out, until I escaped
