He set down both their cups and leaned back against it, then wrapped his arms around Priscilla’s waist and pulled her close. Ignoring the startled look in her eyes, he brought his lips down to hers—just a little bit down, he realized, momentarily surprised at the reminder of her height. But her mouth was warm in the cold night, and he was pleased that this statuesque heiress was his, so a few moments passed before he realized she wasn’t kissing him back, and in fact was pushing away from him, her palms flat against his chest. “Colin—not here.” “Why? No one’s here to see.”
