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| Chapter Twelve |

| Sasha swirled a thickly bristled brush gingerly around in the soap suds spread across the wide planks of the flooring, fearful of getting splinters in her knees through the thin cotton material of her dress. Her hair pulled back from her face and tied with a bow, sweat pearling on her brow, she ignored Ashton as he came into the cabin. |

| But when he began to cross the freshly-scrubbed floor, she dropped the brush angrily into the bucket of water and rose to face him with her hands on her hips. |

| "Ashton York, all day long you have been getting in my way," she said, her eyes flashing. "If I am outdoors airing the bedding, you are there falling over it. If I am in the garden, you are there scaring the living daylights out of me when your shadow suddenly falls over the vegetables. Must I go on? You |

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