Colin was having trouble believing it was his wedding night. Even worse, he was actually nervous. He'd never been married before, after all - never been with an innocent. What was he supposed to do?
Well, that was a stupid question. His body knew damned well what to do. It had been clamoring for exactly that since the moment he'd opened his eyes and seen Augusta - two of her - looking down at him.
Which didn't explain why he was pacing the kitchen floor in his stocking feet, while she was upstairs getting ready for bed.
He'd sent her in ahead while he took care of the horses. Twilight was approaching fast and he'd hurried through the grooming process, then brought his saddlebags into the house and unloaded his booty. Two bottles of champagne, some meat and cheese for a late-night repast
