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| "On second thought, Ashton, I choose to sleep alone tonight after all," she said icily. "And as for tomorrow, no one is going to escort me anywhere. I shall be riding along with you and our men unless you want to shoot me to stop me." |

| She started to snap the reins but Ashton was too quick and grabbed them from her hands. "You drongo," he growled. "If you want to go with me tomorrow, then so be it. But when blood is shed, do not come to me with shocked, teary eyes. I will not comfort you. You will learn your lesson of violence without my shoulder to cry on. Do you understand?" |

| Eyes wide, Sasha swallowed hard. "Yes, I understand," she said faintly. She flinched when Ashton quickly mounted behind her, his one arm possessively around her waist. When he flicked the reins and clucked to Cloud, the horse obeyed. |

| They rode beneath the moonlight in silence, Sasha very aware of Ashton's firm body pressed against her. Without looking, she could easily define his narrow hips, his hard, flat stomach, and his long, firm legs. |

| In her mind's eye, she could even see his brooding expression, his brow knit in worried thought. |

| Surrounded by his hard, strong arm pressing her against him, she could not deny the fires that were being ignited inside her, her desire a sharp, hot pain deep within her soul. |

| When Ashton drew rein and dismounted, he led Cloud to graze among the other horses. As he took Sasha from the saddle, his hands hot through the thin fabric of her shirt, her breathing became harsh |

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