“After all, I’m naught but a simple merchant’s daughter.” Having delivered her jab, Amy leaned down to pick up the wine bottle. Colin frowned at her back. How did she know he thought of her that way? Kendra, most likely—the meddler in the family. But it was as well that Amy had reminded him—for with all this talk of romance, he’d been on the edge of forgetting just who and what she was.
