Jocelynn opened the door to find Captain Albyn waiting in the corridor, and for a moment, she barely recognized him.
The weathered sailor she knew had been completely transformed. The rough stubble that usually shadowed his jaw had been scraped clean, revealing a jawline that was sharper than she'd realized beneath the perpetual scruff. His sun-bleached hair, which normally fell in whatever direction the wind had last pushed it, had been combed back and tied with a cord of dark leather.
Without the stubble and the wind-tangled hair, he looked younger, like a man just entering his thirties instead of a man approaching his forties. He also looked more exposed, like a ship stripped of its rigging, and Jocelynn wasn't quite certain if the look suited him or not.
