When she’d been touching him, she had felt overwhelmed by the feelings of tenderness and attraction that had caused her heart to race and her hands to be not quite as steady as she would have liked.She tried to evaluate her feelings objectively as she lay on her bed one afternoon, snatching a few minutes of time for herself. Was he handsome? Hot, as Tillie had said? Yes. Was he intelligent, kind to the kitten and to her father as well as to herself? Yes.But so what? There were plenty of kind, handsome men about. Why should she find herself becoming entangled with the man she’d married out of convenience? She turned over and thumped her pillow, groaning aloud. She hated now what she’d done to him, how she’d trapped him, but he never seemed to give her an opportunity to talk about it. And half the time, she had no idea what he was thinking behind those deep, dark eyes of his.She laid her head down on her pillow for a moment, then she reached her hand down between the mattress and bedspring, sliding out one of the teen magazines she hadn’t looked at in a while.
