“Colin?” “Yes, Kendra?” “Do you love her?” He sighed impatiently and set to uncorking the wine. “Our parents were in love, and what did it do for all of us? They were very passionate people, weren’t they? Passionate about each other, the monarchy…we were born of their passion, not because they wanted children.” He looked straight at Kendra, his eyes burning into hers. “No, Kendra, I don’t love Priscilla, but I do like her. And I think it’s better that way.”
