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| did not come here to be manhandled. Take me home now, Stanford. Do you hear?" |

| A cold chill coursed through her when he looked up at her with hate-filled eyes, his cheeks red with a mounting rage. "Gladly," he muttered. He rose to his feet, grabbing the small basket and the bottle of wine. "I'll take you back but I won't give up this easily, Sasha. If you must know, I followed you to the outback. And, by damn, I'm not planning to share you with Ashton York." |

| "You made a wrong decision when you chose to follow me," Sasha said, hurrying to the buggy and onto the seat. She glared at him as he settled down beside her. "And I am not a mindless ninny. I will never believe that you moved to the outback just because of me. It has something to do with Ashton, and I plan to find out what it is." |

| He chuckled. "I don't think you'd want to know these answers you are seeking," he said. "You just might get disillusioned about this man you call your partner." |

| Sasha's eyes wavered. |

| A basket handle looped over her left arm, Bianca moved along the river, the image of Stanford and Sasha riding in the buggy together locked in her mind. Hate filled her at the thought, but not jealousy. She could hardly bear to think that Sasha would be at the mercy of such a madman as Stanford Sidwell. |

| "I want to warn her, but I can't," Bianca whispered to herself. "Stanford might kill me if he found out!" |

| She moved to her knees, smiling as she spied |

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