He gave Roisin a penetrating, sullen look. It should look like pure loathing, yet it was somehow a Rhett Butler stare that she feared could equally precede shouting or trying to kiss her. Like their initial showdown, it was as if Joe was finally interested. A thought came to Roisin: that clear bell voice of her subconscious. Now he can’t have you, he really wants you. A tired love had become a sharp hunger again.
