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| into the wondrous scent of her hair. "You don't know what hearing you say that means to me," he said. "For so long you fought your feelings because of that damned aristocrat Woodrow Rutherford. I would hate to think that a man like Stanford Sidwell could ever stand in the way of our happiness." |

| Sasha stiffened somewhat within his arms. She looked woefully up at him. "Darling, what I had planned today did, in a small measure, include Stanford," she said, gazing up at him. |

| Ashton's eyes became charged with dark emotion. "But I thought you just said . . ." he began, but was stopped when Sasha placed a finger to his lips, silencing his words. |

| "Darling, let me finish," she encouraged softly. "Let me try and explain." |

| Ashton took her hand from his mouth and circled it with his tight fingers as he urged it back to her side. "I'm not sure if I want to hear," he growled. Lightning zigzagged across the purple sky. Thunder boomed in the distance. |

| "I should have told you about her before now," Sasha said, slipping from his embrace and leaning against the hitching rail. |

| "Her?" Ashton asked. He stepped around her so that they were eye to eye again. "Who are you talking about?" |

| Sasha looked innocently up at him. "Bianca," she said, not surprised at his reaction when his lips opened with surprise. He knew who Bianca was. Everyone knew Bianca. She did not even require a last name! |

| "What about Bianca?" he asked. |

| "She's living at Stanford's sheep station with her |

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