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| amusing at all," she added. "If you call me that again, II" |

| Ashton settled down on the ground beside Sasha. He dove into the stew, scooping large spoonfuls into his mouth. "You'll what?" he teased, chewing hungrily. "The name seems to be growing on you, sweet darlin'. Those breeches and shirt just tend to make a man forget you're a lady." |

| A slow boil heating up her insides, Sasha gave Ashton a fiery stare. "That is my intention, you dimwit," she hissed. She set her dish down on the ground and rose quickly to her feet. She placed her hands on her hips and gave Ashton another angry stare. "And as far as nicknames go, you can stop calling me sweet darlin'." She exhaled a nervous breath. "That has annoyed me for months, Ashton! For months!" |

| Ashton's lips curved into a slow smile, and he laughed throatily as Sasha turned and fled into the shadows of night. Then he frowned as he set his own dish and tin cup aside, not wanting her to wander too far alone where all sorts of dangers could be lurking. |

| He began following her through the tangled undergrowth, but kept his distance. He did not want her to know that he was guarding her this closely. She seemed annoyed enough at him of late. |

| Especially since they had shared that sizzling embrace and kiss! |

| Time. Time was now on his side. There was no reason why Sasha could not totally forget the aristocrat and concentrate her full attentions on the man who truly loved her. |

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