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| ''Sweet darlin', this fence is for protection," Ashton drawled. He frowned down at her. "There is more to fear out here than wild dingoes." |

| "You never spoke of erecting such a fence untiluntil Stanford Sidwell showed up here," she accused him. She placed a hand on her hip and exhaled a shaky, breath. "It is because of my decision to go on an outing with him, isn't it? You don't want me to go, so you are trying to frighten me into not going." |

| "I think you have it all figured out," Ashton said icily. |

| "Well, I am going to show you just how much that fence will stop my activities," she raged. "I will go wherever and with whomever I please, no matter how large a fence you erect, Ashton York!" |

| The skirt of her dress fluttering wildly around her ankles, Sasha marched off defiantly. Yet she could not shake the fear of Stanford Sidwell that was building within her. Ashton was not the sort to despise a man unless he had cause to. What was there between those two men? Would she ever find out? |

| She smiled slyly as a thought came to her. Perhaps she could worm some answers out of Stanford. . . . |

| Shadows were thickening and lengthening. In the distant growths of karri and jarrah, unseen birds repeated their wild lyrics, the chirps, trills, and twitters the sweetest Bianca had ever heard. She tried to concentrate on this, to ignore Stanford, who was placing a log on the fire in the fireplace. She had prayed that it would take his men longer to build the house, but with many muscles behind the |

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