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.