Colin tore his gaze away and stared straight ahead at the congested road. Why did an innocent touch leave him so…disturbed? His betrothed, Priscilla, was the perfect woman for him, yet when he touched her—or made love to her, for that matter—he never felt like this. He was more familiar with Priscilla, he decided, more comfortable. He wasn’t supposed to touch Amy this way—indeed, he wouldn’t dare if she were awake. It was the excitement of the forbidden, that was all. Besides, he wasn’t looking for passion in his marriage. He’d told his sister as much just last night.
